Rejected Mate's Silent Vow

The night I confessed my feelings to Alpha Kaizen Nguyen, the man I’d secretly admired for years, he took me to a secluded lodge. He said that if I wanted to be his mate, I had to commit to him entirely. I was an Omega in the Blue Moon Pack, and he was the Alpha—someone I thought I could never have. But that night, he made me believe otherwise. Once we were together, he led me in directions I had never anticipated.

One day, I returned early from a pack assignment, eager to surprise him, only to walk in on him passionately kissing his Beta, Maggie Mitchell. His dark eyes flicked to me, and irritation flared in his voice. "I was just using Kenna to practice my skills," he said, as if my presence was an inconvenience. To appease Maggie, Kaizen shared our private moments in the pack mind link. When my reputation turned into a joke and harassment followed, he shrugged it off with, "It’s not like it was a secret. Why pretend?"

In the pack hall, Kaizen embraced Maggie tenderly, wiping her tears. His deep voice carried an authority that made even the air seem to still. "Maggie, every time I think of you, it’s like a fire ready to burst inside me, but how could I touch you before we’re mated?" Maggie’s face displayed a hint of jealousy. "Will you still see her?" she asked, cuddled in his arms. Kaizen chuckled, tapping her nose, his tone dripping with condescension. "Silly girl, now that you’re here, why would I need anyone else?"

He added, "Whenever I was with Kenna, I imagined your face. Otherwise, I felt sick. If it wasn’t to get you back, I wouldn’t have even bothered with her. You’re the only one I care about!" His words shattered whatever hope I had clung to. He was my high school crush, the one I couldn’t forget even years after graduation. We reconnected through a pack project a few months ago, and when he invited me to his office and kissed me, I thought my years of waiting were finally paying off. But now, my idol was crumbling before my eyes.

"What if she still pursues you?" Maggie asked, nestled in his arms, playing with his hand. "She’s already given herself to you. She may not value herself, but I can’t bear to see her hurt." Kaizen chuckled, his voice sharp and dismissive. "You’re too kind. You should’ve seen her with me; who knows how many men she’s been with. Instead of wasting sympathy on someone like that, think about how to make it up to me." They kissed again, oblivious to my presence. I no longer had the strength to confront Kaizen—I just wanted to escape.

As I turned to leave, I bumped into a Delta, clumsily falling to the ground. The gifts I’d brought for Kaizen from abroad, like Swiss chocolates and Italian wine, scattered around me, reflecting my shattered dignity. The Delta glanced at the items and sneered. "Oh, it’s Kenna. These must be for Alpha Kaizen, but he probably doesn’t need them anymore. Some people try to climb the ladder with shameless tactics, only to end up as a plaything."

"Rejecting all those advances, thinking you’re above it all, just to end up trying to get into Alpha Kaizen’s bed. Seems there’s no room for you there anymore." "Kenna, your shameless antics are known throughout the pack. Tsk, working here is a waste of your talents," they taunted.

Tears flowed hot and fast onto my hands as I hastily shoved my belongings into a bag. As I tried to leave, the Delta blocked the doorway. "You act so diligent at work, but you’re just learning how to seduce men, huh?" My frustration bubbled over. "What do you mean?" I finally demanded, sensing their words carried more weight than I realized.

The Delta smirked, "Stop pretending. The contents of your USB drive were shared by Alpha Kaizen in the pack mind link. You can’t tell me you didn’t know."

My heart sank. The bond I thought was sacred had been turned into a weapon against me. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, a faint echo of the pain I felt. Kaizen had not only betrayed me—he’d destroyed any chance I had of finding respect or peace in the pack. And now, the whispers and stares followed me everywhere, a constant reminder of my fall from grace.