Rejected By My Fated Alpha

By the third year of our mate bond, I was diagnosed with a rare werewolf disease that threatened to consume my life. Maverick, my Alpha and mate, didn’t hesitate to donate his healing essence to save me. Yet, less than an hour after the ceremony, he betrayed me.

In the infirmary of the Blue Moon Pack, I activated the security link connected to our den, just as I had done countless times before. To my horror, I saw two figures entangled on the bed that was supposed to be ours. The other woman, Siena, a rogue werewolf, was as stunning as ever. She cupped Maverick’s face and asked if he’d mark her as his Luna. Maverick denied it, but when he saw her tears, he leaned in to kiss them away. In that moment, I knew—our bond had shattered.

Right after the healing ritual, I mentioned feeling cold. Maverick, ever attentive, told me there was a new ceremonial fur in the den, and he offered to bring it to me. Seeing his gentle expression, I thought I had chosen the right mate. Despite my diagnosis, Maverick had stayed by my side, even volunteering to share his essence with me. A perfect match, and the ritual had been completed that day.

But I never imagined that while fetching the fur, he would betray me. Through the security link, I initially wanted to mind-link him to suggest he take something for himself too, only to find him tangled with Siena on our bed. Above the headboard was the ceremonial marking photo we’d taken after he’d marked me as his Luna. During that moment, he had whispered how strong I was and vowed to face any challenge together. Yet now, he was pouring his energy into someone else.

As they neared the end, Siena spoke up suddenly. “Maverick, will you mark me as your Luna?” I watched Maverick’s face freeze, instinctively replying, “I have a mate.” Immediately after, Siena started crying, and Maverick, in a panic, lowered his head to kiss away her tears. At that moment, I felt utterly hollow. I tried to wipe my own tears but accidentally triggered the mind-link. The connection buzzed over and over, but Maverick kept consoling Siena in his arms.

Once Siena softly apologized, “I’m sorry, Alpha. I was too greedy,” he sighed, lifted her gently, and escorted her to the cleansing chamber before finally responding to my link. “What’s wrong, Luna? Are you feeling unwell?” His voice was still soft, but all I could envision was the stark image of him with another woman wrapped around him. Somehow, my legs gave way, and I collapsed onto the infirmary floor.