Rejected by My Fated Mate, Married to the Sleeping Alpha

Emira’s POV

It was early morning when I pushed open Luther’s door. Just like I thought, he was getting dressed—buttoning up his polo shirt, that smile tugging at his lips like everything was normal.

“What do you want, Beta Emira,” he asked casually, not even hiding the coldness in his tone.

My gaze drifted to his bare chest, the same one I used to dream of touching, of feeling against mine. Then to his eyes. Those deep green eyes that held the spirit of his mighty white wolf… the eyes I once thought were the most beautiful thing in the world.

I used to believe he’d see me—really see me—as his mate.

But no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I gave, his heart had never been mine. It always belonged to his Diana.

Even with my beauty, my title, my mother's legacy, and the fact that I’d one day become Luna but it was never enough. Not for him.

I wasn’t begging anymore. If they don’t want me, then I sure as hell don’t want them. I’m done forcing my way into people’s lives.

“We’re going to an auction tonight. Be ready,” I said, staring straight into his eyes while he buttoned up like he had all the time in the world.

He frowned. “I took a three-day leave. I won’t be able to go. You can pick another guard to replace me.”

“Diana will be there,” I said before turning to leave.

He didn’t answer right away, but just as I reached the door, his voice followed.

“Yes, Miss. I’ll come.”

I shut the door behind me, my eyes stinging. Damn it still hurt. Every time.

If it’s for Diana, he’d drop everything even if he was half-dead or on fire.

Don’t worry, Luther. I’ll make sure you get your happiness.

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That evening, I sat in the car, waiting. For once, I didn’t wait for him to open the door for me like I usually did. No more fake stumbles, no more pretending I needed his help. No more flirting just to feel noticed.

“You didn’t wait for me?” he asked, surprised, as he started the engine.

I didn’t even look at him. “Let’s go.”

The silence during the drive was deafening. He kept glancing at me, clearly itching to say something, but he didn’t.

When we pulled up to the most luxurious building in Werewolf City, I stepped out before he could come around to open the door. My black gown hugged me perfectly, my hair braided back elegantly by my maid.

Since my mother died, and after staying five years, I left my father’s pack and moved into her estate. I never returned to my father's pack unless he demanded it. I refused to live again under the same roof as his mistress and their beloved daughter Diana.

The minute I walked into the auction hall, heads turned. Betas and Alphas dressed to impress. Sophisticated, refined. But all eyes were on me.

Then came her. Diana. Dressed in her signature soft blue gown, playing the innocent card like always. Her brown eyes sparkled when she saw Luther. Then she looked at me.

“Sis! I’m so happy you came!” She pulled me into a hug.

I stiffened and pulled away, making her pout.

“Sorry… I was just excited to see you.”

Everyone bought her little act except me.

I walked right past her, ignoring the whispers around me. They all knew the truth anyway. Diana was the illegitimate one. We weren’t close. Never had been.

“Sis—” she grabbed my arm.

“Don’t touch me,” I said coldly.

She froze like I slapped her, lips trembling like she was about to cry.

Luther stepped in, voice soft. “Your sister’s just not in the mood. Sorry if she came off harsh.”

He looked at me like I had just hurt his world.

So I walked off, not even glancing back.

I took my seat and watched from afar as he made her laugh, looking every bit the perfect couple.

My wolf was quiet now. Bitter. Tired. No more hope. No more trying to connect with someone who never saw us.

I was on my own.

Diana sat beside me as the auction began. The item: a rare sapphire necklace.

“Three hundred thousand,” she said with that sugary voice.

“Four hundred,” I countered.

She didn’t back down. It went up. One million. Two. I raised it to four million.

She gawked. “Are you serious, sis? Can’t you just let me have it? I want it.”

My wolf growled inside me. Rip the act.

I ignored her. And that pissed her off. She thought that sweet little voice would work on me.

Then, a man in a sharp suit whispered something to the auctioneer.

And just like that, the auctioneer announced, “The sapphire necklace has been gifted to Miss Diana Landon by the Alpha of the Blue Crescent Pack.”

Gasps echoed through the room. That pack was powerful, feared, respected.

I didn’t flinch. I just smiled to myself, lips tight.

Of course someone like her would be handed everything on a silver platter.

Even the things I fought for.