Rejected by the Alpha Who Claimed Me

"Ashton, I’m not feeling well. Could you come with me to see the healer?"

Seeing my silence, Alpha Ashton Cox finally deigned to glance my way, his piercing gaze briefly acknowledging my presence. Colette Adams, the Delta warrior from his pack, seized the opportunity, clutching her chest dramatically and collapsing into his arms.

Alpha Ashton, snapping back to the moment, scooped her up with concern and hurried towards the pack’s healing quarters. She peeked over his shoulder, casting a smug smirk in my direction. Her group of warrior friends strutted behind them, leaving an air of triumph in their wake.

With the spectacle over, the crowd dispersed, leaving only the sound of rain tapping against the windows of the packhouse. As I looked out into the downpour, my thoughts drifted back to when I was eighteen. I remembered Alpha Ashton, bloodied and weary, carrying me to the pack’s clinic after a rogue attack.

Even back then, despite his exhaustion, he shielded me on his back, his voice gentle but firm as he reassured me, "Don’t worry, Amaya. I handled those rogues. No one will harm you while I’m here."

Though his back wasn’t broad, it provided me with an immense sense of security. I clung to his neck, whispering my gratitude as we reached the healer’s quarters, where Alpha Ashton eventually collapsed.

After examining us both, the pack healer said, "You have some cuts and bruises, but your Alpha has serious wounds. The one in his abdomen is the worst. Thankfully, you got help in time; it could’ve been much worse."

That same person who once risked everything for me now protected Colette and spoke harshly to me. Watching him walk away with her, I couldn’t recognize the Alpha who once fought fiercely to keep me safe.

Lowering my gaze, I said goodbye to him in my heart, bidding farewell to my youth. My number was called, and as I approached the healer’s room, I realized the healer was a friend of Beta Karter Hayes from the Silver Moon Pack.

Embarrassed by my disheveled state and afraid news would reach Beta Karter, I covered my face and hurried out of the packhouse. The storm outside hadn’t let up. I caught a ride back to my temporary lodging, where I stripped off my wet clothes and tried to bring down my fever.

My phone buzzed on the bathroom counter. I picked it up to hear Alpha Ashton’s voice, cold and commanding.

"Amaya Ross, where are you? How did you know Colette had a check-up today? If I hadn’t shown up, you might have made her condition worse!"

Without defending myself, I hung up. Moments later, a notification popped up. Alpha Ashton had posted on the pack’s social network:

"Reborn"

His post was accompanied by a photo of him and Colette kissing, her pale neck adorned by my silver necklace—a symbol of our broken mate bond. I liked the post and unfollowed him. Then, a WhatsApp message from Beta Karter lit up my screen.

"Amaya, you lied to me. I called the pack healer, and they said you skipped your appointment. How are you now?"

Warmth surged through me as I typed back and forth before finalizing my message.

"I’m fine now. Took some fever meds and feel a bit sleepy. Focus on your work, and don’t worry about me."

Silence followed. I smiled knowingly, aware that Beta Karter was always attentive. Despite his high status as the Beta of the Silver Moon Pack and his immense influence, he always took my words to heart.

It’s ironic, really. I met Beta Karter because of Alpha Ashton. If Alpha Ashton hadn’t repeatedly distracted himself with other females, causing our frequent breakups, I wouldn’t have been driven to seek guidance from the pack’s counselor. That’s when I met Beta Karter.

Initially, ours was a typical counselor-patient relationship. I treated him as a confidant, sharing life’s hardships and the emotional void left by Alpha Ashton’s infidelities. Even when I shut myself off from the world, I could still talk to him.

But over time, my visits became more frequent, and my condition worsened. Beta Karter was puzzled, having never seen a patient decline with treatment. He dedicated himself even more to my case, his feelings growing deeper.

Initially, I rejected his advances, but after Alpha Ashton kept hurting me like a stray wolf, I finally saw things clearly and accepted Beta Karter. He was everything Alpha Ashton wasn’t—loyal, supportive, and unwavering. And now, as I lay in bed, I knew I had made the right choice.