Rejected Mate’s Stolen Star Path

I woke up two days later, my forehead wrapped in a thick bandage. The sterile scent of the infirmary filled my nose, and the soft hum of pack healers moving about reached my ears. According to Keilani, the Healer tending to me, the scene had been chaotic. Witnesses had called for immediate help, and I was the one most severely hurt.

"Oh, you’re awake," Esme Burke’s voice drifted in from the doorway, her tone dripping with mock sweetness.

"Don’t bother looking around, Alpha Chandler isn’t here," she said, stepping into the room with a predatory grace. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she gazed down at me, her lips curling into a cruel smile.

"Thanks to your 'Star Path,' Thatcher Gomez, the renowned Alpha in the art world, has decided to take me on as his protégé," she said, her voice laced with triumph. She glanced at my bandaged head and chuckled, the sound cold and cutting.

"Does it hurt a lot? I wonder if it’s worse than when your sister was being bullied? Which one stings more, I wonder?"

"That brainless fool, always grinning stupidly even when being hit. Perhaps it’s better she’s gone, don’t you think?"

My chest tightened, a sharp pain slicing through me. Esme tossed a piece of paper onto the bed, her movements careless, as if she were discarding trash.

"When you have a moment, go see her. Leave some flowers, wish her peace."

My hands trembled as I reached for the paper, my fingers brushing against the cool surface. I unfolded it slowly, my vision blurring as I read the address. It led to a cemetery.

My breath hitched, and my wolf stirred within me, a low growl of anguish rising in my mind. I turned to Esme, my rage boiling over, and in one swift motion, I grabbed her by the collar, slamming her against the wall.

"What did you do to her?" I demanded, my voice trembling with fury.

Esme didn’t flinch. Her smile only widened, her eyes glinting with malice as she spoke, her voice light, almost amused.

"She’s dead."

"A dim-witted fool like her couldn’t survive long in a care center."

"The photos and videos you received every month were taken ahead of time. With me around, Alpha Chandler had no time to visit some idiot."

"But we did go through a lot of trouble to select this burial plot... no need to thank us."

My vision blurred with tears, but I didn’t let go. My wolf snarled in my mind, urging me to tear her apart, to make her pay. I slammed her against the wall again, my voice a raw growl.

"What did you do to her?"

Before Esme could answer, a sharp voice cut through the room.

"Harmony Freeman! Are you out of your mind?"

Chandler stood in the doorway, his presence commanding, his dark eyes blazing with anger. His aura, that oppressive force that came with being an Alpha, filled the room, making it hard to breathe. He strode forward, his expression a mix of shock and fury.

"Let her go! Do you want to be cast out of the pack?"

His words barely registered. My grip on Esme tightened, my wolf howling in my mind, demanding justice. But before I could react further, Chandler’s hand shot out, his grip like iron as he yanked me away from Esme. His other hand swung, and the heavy bag he carried struck my forehead with a sickening thud.

I stumbled back, pain exploding in my head, but I didn’t fall. My wolf growled, a deep, guttural sound that echoed in my chest, but Chandler’s alpha tone cut through it like a knife.

"Enough!"

His voice was a command, one I couldn’t ignore. My body froze, the weight of his authority pressing down on me. The pack guards moved in, pinning me to the floor, their hands rough against my skin.

Chandler loomed over me, his expression cold, his voice bitter as he spoke.

"Harmony, I didn’t want it to come to this, but when have you ever cared about my illness?"

His words cut deeper than any physical pain. My wolf whimpered in my mind, the bond between us trembling with the weight of his betrayal. I looked up at him, my eyes burning with tears, my voice a ragged whisper.

"Alpha Chandler, you’d better really have cancer."

For a moment, he hesitated, his eyes flickering with something—uncertainty, perhaps, or guilt. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a cold, hard disgust.

"Harmony, do you think I would joke about my life? It’s you who doesn’t trust me, who wants to stop me from living."

"And what about Avianna? Did she interfere with your plans?"

The mention of my sister tore through me, and my wolf howled in anguish. My voice rose, sharp and filled with pain.

"She didn’t understand much, but she knew you were a brother who loved her!"

"You said you’d arrange for Avianna to attend the best special needs school. Why did she end up dying from bullying in a care center?"

"No wonder you always found excuses to prevent me from going abroad to see Avianna. Now it all makes sense."

My voice broke, the weight of his betrayal crushing me. My wolf growled, a low, mournful sound, as I stared up at Chandler, my heart shattering into a thousand pieces.