Rejected Mate's Silent Vow

Early in the morning, I arrived at the hospital to check in for my stay. Having the pack healers nearby meant I had someone to look after me; at home, I could only rely on myself.

As I made my way upstairs to my room, I ran into two familiar faces—Alpha Jrue and Lilian. Jrue was wearing a tailored black shirt, the one I had given him not long ago. His face was etched with concern as he carefully supported Lilian in his arms.

We crossed paths on the stairs. Jrue's eyes widened with surprise when he saw me, and he instinctively turned to Lilian.

"Must be pack business," he said, his alpha tone sharp and dismissive. "You should head to your room first. I'll come by once I handle this."

With that, he grabbed my wrist and led me towards the stairway, not even giving me a moment to regain my balance before he brusquely pushed me aside.

"I'm just here with her for a check-up, and you tracked us to the hospital?" he said with a sneer. "How did you know we were here? Been stalking my pack members again? Can't bear to be without me, can you?"

His words cut deep. I forced a smile, steadying myself against the railing. "I'm just feeling unwell and came for a check-up. Running into you both is purely coincidental; you're overthinking it."

At my explanation, Jrue laughed coldly. "Come on, you couldn't have come up with a more convenient excuse. I've seen your medical reports; you're perfectly fine. Why play the fragile act in front of me, Luna? Why all the theatrics? Wouldn’t it be more sensible to stay home and rest than trail me?"

I opened my mouth to defend myself when a pack healer, Lakelyn, hurried over. "Your mate fainted, Alpha. You need to come quickly."

I realized that when she said "mate," she must have meant Lilian. Jrue didn’t correct her. Anxiety creased his face as he shot me a look, shaking off my hand to leave.

"Are you happy now? I've had enough of you, Luna. Go home. I'll return once I'm done. Stop bothering Lilian; she's unwell."

With that, he hurried after Lakelyn. I watched him go, rubbing my wrist, which was red from his grip. "You won't have to endure this anymore," I whispered to myself, the bond between us flickering weakly in my chest, a painful reminder of what once was.