Rejected by My Fated Alpha

I followed Everlee Peters back to the Blue Moon Pack’s headquarters, my wolf lingering unseen. The moment she stepped inside, Jayce Garcia turned to her, his Alpha aura heavy in the air. “Well? Has Ivey Nelson admitted her mistakes?”

Everlee smiled, her voice smooth as honey. “Alpha, Ivey is… managing. The guards reported hearing knocking and thuds from her confinement. It’s clear she’s struggling. If you’re truly concerned, perhaps it’s time to release her.”

Jayce’s lips curled into a sneer. “No. She won’t die so easily. They say the worst ones linger the longest. When she’s ready to kneel before me, to beg for my forgiveness, then I’ll consider letting her out.”

Everlee tilted her head, her eyes glinting with calculation. “Alpha, if I may… Ivey is stubborn. Waiting will only test your patience. I remember she’s terrified of rodents. Perhaps we could… encourage her submission by introducing some snakes and rats into her cell. Fear might break her spirit faster.”

I hovered nearby, my heart heavy with bitter amusement. How could I admit to anything now? Rodents and snakes were terrifying, but I was already gone. Yet, inexplicably, Jayce seemed restless that night. I watched as he took Everlee with a desperation that bordered on madness, his breaths ragged, his movements frantic.

He must truly care for her.

In the past, when our bond was still strong, he’d once pressed me against the wall, his desire palpable. But he’d stopped himself, his voice rough with restraint. “Your family values their reputation too much. I won’t tarnish it. We have time.”

We had time. Or so we thought. Now, I was dead, and he was here, entangled with Everlee, his mate bond with me shattered beyond repair. He believed I’d chosen Alan, that I’d betrayed him for the title of Luna. But the truth was, my heart had always been his.

Jayce, it was only ever you.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sight of crates filled with snakes, rats, and insects being brought to my confinement. The sight made my stomach churn. Would he really toss them into my resting place, letting them gnaw at my lifeless body? It didn’t matter anymore. I was already gone. What happened to my body was irrelevant.

Still, I felt a cold shiver as Jayce ordered a small hole to be drilled into the door of my confinement. One by one, the creatures were thrown inside. Rats scurried, snakes hissed, and cockroaches crawled over me, their tiny legs brushing against my skin. But Jayce didn’t step closer to look. He simply asked again, his voice sharp with authority. “Ivey, do you admit your mistakes? If you do, scream three times, ‘Ivey Nelson, I’ve wronged Jayce Garcia. I’m a traitor, and I beg for his mercy.’”

Everlee stood beside him, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “When I visited yesterday, she was still knocking, trying to get out. But now… she’s silent. Perhaps she’s too proud to even respond.”

Jayce laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “Fine. If she wants to play stubborn, let her. I’ll give her half an hour. If she doesn’t admit her mistakes by then, she’ll stay there forever, rotting with those filthy creatures.”

But Jayce, my Alpha, I’m already dead. My mouth is filled with ants. How can I speak?