Rejected By The Alpha Who Betrayed Me

Tears blurred my vision.

Palmer Gonzales, the Alpha of the Gonzales Pack, illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, stood silently, his strong frame towering over me. His dark eyes held a mixture of frustration and something else I couldn’t quite place.

He stepped closer, his muscular arms wrapping around me in a hug that felt more like a claim than comfort. "Adeline," he murmured, his deep voice carrying the weight of his Alpha authority. "What’s got you so emotional today? Are you feeling unwell?"

His hand slid beneath my nightgown, the touch possessive rather than tender.

"I’m just trying to help..."

I stiffened, my unease growing, and pushed him away. "No, it’s not that. I’m just... not feeling myself."

After being rejected several times, Palmer’s patience snapped. His aura shifted, the commanding presence of an Alpha pressing down on me like a physical weight.

"Adeline Stephens," he growled, his Alpha tone sharp and cutting. "Don’t take me for granted! You overslept yesterday and missed dinner with my parents, and now you’re sulking like a pup?"

I blinked back tears, my eyes stinging as I met his gaze steadily. "You didn’t even tell me your parents were visiting..."

"Enough!"

Palmer cut me off, his voice a thunderous command. He rose from the bed, his tall, muscular frame dominating the room. "Adeline, a mistake is a mistake. Blaming others only makes me lose respect for you!"

He stalked to the door, his Alpha aura radiating anger. Before leaving, he turned and said coldly, "Think things over."

The door slammed shut with a finality that echoed through the room. I crumpled onto the bed, tears streaming silently down my face.

Even before Zoe Gonzales entered the picture, I had sensed something was off with Palmer.

He was glued to his phone, even taking it into the bathroom.

I suspected he was hiding something—maybe even cheating.

When I confronted him, he dismissed my suspicions as paranoia, his Alpha tone brooking no argument.

He even showed me his phone and introduced me to Zoe on WhatsApp.

"Zoe is my sister," he explained, his voice firm. "If you want to be part of the Gonzales Pack, you’ll need to get along with her."

In our three years together, this was the first time I had added one of his family members on social media.

Determined to make a good impression on his family, I discreetly tried to find out about Zoe’s likes and dislikes.

I made every effort to chat with her, aiming to create a lively atmosphere.

But Zoe showed little interest in my efforts and often posted things on social media that felt targeted at me.

When I told Palmer about it, he brushed it off, his Alpha tone firm. "You’re overthinking, Adeline. Zoe’s the sweetest person I know."

Yet, this supposedly sweet girl had just sent me a mocking message.

"Sister Adeline, why did you upset Brother Palmer again? If you can’t take care of him, little sis here will gladly step in~"

Attached was a photo of her snuggled up in Palmer’s arms, her smile smug and triumphant.

I clutched my phone, fighting back tears.

I didn’t sleep a wink that night.

The next morning, Palmer and Zoe were having breakfast in the dining room.

Lucas Gonzales, the former Alpha of the Gonzales Pack, and Trinity, the Luna, had already returned home.

Before leaving, they made sure to remind Palmer to look after Zoe.

I overheard them.

I deliberately stayed hidden in the guest room, not wanting to come out.

Zoe, noting my tired look, teased me with a bright smile:

"Sister Adeline, you must be working hard on your art. You must make a lot of money; otherwise, how could you keep missing chances to greet my parents?"

Palmer was cooling Zoe’s cereal when he looked up and shot me a glare, his Alpha tone sharp.

"Adeline Stephens, if my parents bother you so much, you’re free to leave. Stop sulking around!"

Standing on the stairs, I looked at him, pressing my lips tightly together.

Zoe smirked, deliberately leaning her head on Palmer’s shoulder.

"Brother Palmer, I don’t want cereal. I heard from the housekeeper that Sister Adeline is a great cook. Can she whip up something special?"

With Palmer’s intense gaze on me, I reluctantly made my way to the kitchen.

Zoe trailed behind, her steps light and mocking.

She pretended she wanted to help, but her actions were merely disruptive.

Seeing my temper rising, she smirked and feigned a fall, deliberately knocking over the stew pot.

Luckily, I dodged in time, but my arm got splashed, blistering instantly.

"Ouch, it hurts..."

Meanwhile, Zoe remained unharmed, lying on the floor, sobbing theatrically.