Rejected by the Alpha Who Sacrificed Our Pup for His Affair

I lay there, consumed by a grief so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest, making sleep impossible. To make matters worse, the next morning brought the arrival of the one person I least wanted to see.

Jade Carlson stood by my bedside, her lips curled into a smug smile, her eyes gleaming with malice. "A Luna who can’t even protect her own pup is truly worthless," she taunted, her voice dripping with venom. "Just imagine if your daughter knew her Alpha father had abandoned her for an unborn pup. Wouldn’t she be heartbroken even in the afterlife?"

Her words struck like a blow, igniting a firestorm of rage within me. I grabbed the coffee cup from the table and hurled it at her. The porcelain shattered with a sharp crack just as Alpha Derrick stepped into the room.

He moved swiftly, positioning himself between us, his voice sharp with irritation. "Luna Ophelia, what are you doing?"

Jade seized the moment, her expression shifting from triumph to feigned distress as she cowered against Derrick, her voice trembling. "I was only trying to comfort Luna Ophelia, but somehow I upset her..."

She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, her fragility almost convincing.

Derrick’s expression darkened. He sent Jade out of the room with a curt nod before turning his icy gaze on me. "I know you’re grieving, but if you need to lash out, direct it at me. You can’t just—"

I cut him off, my voice cold and resolute. "Derrick, let’s end this. I reject you as my mate."

His eyes widened, a flicker of panic and disbelief crossing his features. "Ophelia, what are you saying?"

I clenched my jaw, the words heavy but necessary. "I, Ophelia Reynolds, Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, reject you, Derrick Reynolds, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, as my mate."

The air between us seemed to thicken, the weight of the rejection settling over us like a storm cloud. Derrick’s jaw tightened, his Alpha aura flaring as he struggled to maintain composure. "For something this trivial? Is that really necessary?" he asked, his voice strained.

I watched as he sat by the hospital bed, his anger barely contained. After a tense silence, he rubbed his temples, exhaustion etched into his features. "Is it because of Jade? I can spend less time with her..."

I interrupted again, my voice steady. "No need. My decision is final."

Seeing my resolve, Derrick’s temper finally snapped. He raised his voice, the Alpha tone sharp and commanding. "Luna Ophelia, think this through. Your legs are already weak; without me, who will take care of you?"

I never thought I’d hear such words from him. My heart turned to ice, the betrayal cutting deeper than any wound. "Even if it means dying alone, I don’t want to see you again! Leave!"

Perhaps realizing the weight of his words, Derrick reined in his anger. After a long pause, he sighed, his voice softening. "Take some time to calm down. Let’s not talk about this now. I promised to take care of you, and I will."

With that, he cast a complicated look my way and walked out of the room, his Alpha aura lingering like a shadow.

As soon as he left, a message from my Aunt Zelda lit up my phone. She’d be sending someone to pick me up in three days. Relief washed over me, though it was tinged with sorrow. For the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of hope—not for reconciliation, but for escape.