Rejected by the Alpha’s Heart

When I woke up the next morning, Gunnar was already gone. The space beside me in the den was cold, with no trace of his warmth. I sighed and pushed the furs aside.

Our pup, Alaiya, had already left for pack school. The pack Omega informed me that Gunnar had taken her early that morning.

"Alpha Gunnar, back from his patrol, went straight to Alaiya’s room when he woke up. She was thrilled to see him and teasingly asked for the honey cakes from the bakery near pack school. He wanted you to know he took her out."

A rare sense of relief eased the heaviness within me. At least Gunnar showered Alaiya with attention. We had a silent agreement to protect her from any hint of discord between us.

As I sat down for breakfast in the packhouse kitchen, my phone chimed with messages from Ashley, my Gamma friend. There was even a photo attached.

[Is Alpha Gunnar cheating?]

Those words made my heart sink. I opened the photo. It showed Gunnar with his Beta, Gemma Simmons, browsing a jewelry stall at the pack fair. Even in the dim light, the joy on her face was unmistakable. She seemed to fancy a pair of heart-shaped earrings, and Gunnar was helping her try them on. They appeared as close as mates.

Indeed, lately, he hadn’t been in the packhouse because he was with Gemma. Ashley’s messages continued.

[Gossip is everywhere! While they didn’t get a clear shot of Alpha Gunnar’s face, he’s been in the pack’s eye enough for wolves to start speculating.

Is he out of his mind?

He was once crazy about you, broke ties with his birth pack to mate with you.

And now, just a few years later?

He’s already straying?

Wolves!]

Ashley ranted, filled with righteous anger. I read her words, recalling our past as if it were a distant memory.

Yes, once upon a time, our love had been so genuine and passionate. Gunnar cut ties with his birth pack, the Silverfang Pack, to mate with me, an Omega, despite them having the perfect Luna candidate lined up for him. To prove ourselves, we built the Tran Pack from scratch.

In the beginning, it was tough. I negotiated alliances through sleepless nights, turning my life upside down, and under the pressure, I developed chronic health issues. Meanwhile, Gunnar, the prodigal Alpha stripped of his birth pack’s prestige, humbly sought support at countless pack gatherings.

I remember the day I went to pick him up. I saw him being berated by a rival Alpha, his face flush with humiliation, yet still forcing a smile as he helped the drunken wolf into a car. With tears in my eyes, I suggested, "Maybe we should give up. You could just go back to your birth pack."

But Gunnar held onto me stubbornly, his voice steady. "Monica, I won’t give up. I’ll never leave you."

Thankfully, we eventually overcame those struggles. Our pack began to flourish, and Gunnar’s birth pack, concerned for their former Alpha heir, finally accepted us. When the mating ceremony was planned, Gunnar was so excited he couldn’t sleep. He dragged me through the forest under the moonlight, as happy as a young pup.

He kept saying he was thrilled to be my mate. Back then, no one questioned his love for me.

But love, it seems, can change. Just eight years into our mating bond, he had grown tired.