Rejecting Her Chosen Alpha

After the funeral, I returned home, my heart still heavy with grief. As I walked through the door, I was met with a sight that twisted the knife in my chest even deeper—Travis and Solana together, their bodies close, sharing a moment of intimacy that shattered what was left of my spirit.

Seeing them together brought indescribable pain to my heart. The truth was glaringly obvious now—Travis had stood me up because of Solana, the woman he couldn't bear to leave even for a moment.

I didn't say a word. I simply turned on my heel and headed to our bedroom, grabbing a suitcase and hastily packing my things.

Tears blurred my vision, but my anger and heartbreak fueled my movements. I couldn't stay here, not after everything that had happened.

As I was about to leave, Solana stepped in front of me, her expression a mixture of guilt and something else I couldn't quite place. "Amari, wait," she said, her voice soft and apologetic. "I'm sorry, but please don't misunderstand Travis. I accidentally cut my finger and I'm running a fever, so Travis took care of me. I didn't know it was your wedding."

I paused, my hand gripping the suitcase handle tightly.

Fever? So that was why Travis missed our wedding?

I felt a surge of absurdity and anger. In his heart, my mother and I were less important than a minor injury on Solana's finger.

Taking a deep breath, I declared, "Travis, I want to break up with you!"

Travis, however, misinterpreted my words as jealousy. "Can you be more sensible, Amari? We could have the wedding at any time, but Solana was injured. I couldn't just ignore her," he retorted indifferently.

'Sensible.' That was Travis's favorite word to use with me. But what did being sensible mean to him? Because he claimed Solana was his sister, I tolerated her presence in our relationship. I accepted that he carried medicine for her, rushed to her side without hesitation, and let her occupy half of his heart.

But my sensibility only earned me increasing pain and disrespect. I was done with this kind of life.

I looked at Travis coldly. "You can do whatever you want in the future. I won't care anymore."

With that, I grabbed my luggage and walked past him, leaving everything behind.

Travis finally sensed something was wrong and grabbed my arm. "Was your Mom unhappy with what happened that day? I can explain it to her."

I suddenly found the situation absurd. It had been days since our wedding, and if he had cared enough to ask me about it even once, he wouldn't be saying such stupid things now.

I pried his hand away. "There's no need."

I had always been cautious, gentle, and eager to please Travis, never showing the indifference I felt now.

Even without looking, I could feel Travis' burning gaze, then he began to follow me.

However, Solana stopped him and spoke.

"This isn't your fault, Travis. If her mother hadn't pretended to be sick, you wouldn't have been forced to marry her."

I wanted to ignore her words, but Solana suddenly spoke through the mind link. "Tsk. How's the feeling of being stood up? I told you, you're nothing in his eyes. He was never yours to begin with!"

A fury like I had never known surged through me. Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. My claws extended instinctively, almost digging into her cheeks. Solana staggered back, shock and anger flashing in her eyes.

I glared at Solana. "You better watch your mouth."

Solana feigned distress. "Was I wrong? If your mother hadn't pretended to be sick and pressured Travis, how could he agree to marry you?"

Travis was immediately by her side, his face twisted with rage. He instinctively shielded Solana behind him, his eyes cold. "What the hell are you doing, Amari?! Apologize to her!" he demanded. His voice was cold and authoritative.

I stared at him, my heart pounding. "Is that what you think too?"

His silence spoke volumes.

Half a year ago, my mother was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer. She was a human, and naturally, her body was weaker compared to werewolves. Knowing her time was short, her dying wish was to see me marry the man I loved. Desperate to fulfill her wish, I begged Travis for the wedding, even kneeling before him. But he believed my mother was feigning illness to coerce him into marriage. Maybe he always thought little of me.

I fell for Travis the moment I saw him. It was a coincidence that I saved him before. Perhaps it was the reason why he agreed to be with me. Despite knowing he wasn't my fated mate, I pursued him relentlessly for four years, even though I knew his preference for obedient women. I molded myself to his liking, yielding to his every whim. Yet, whenever he was with Solana, he showed a tenderness I never knew he possessed.

Solana could be playful, affectionate, and hold his hand—things I had longed to do but never dared. Once, I tried to imitate her playful demeanor, only for Travis to push me away coldly. "Amari, this doesn’t suit you," he said, humiliating me in front of others.

After that, I never attempted to be playful with him again. He never initiated holding my hand, and I always walked a step behind him. Only Solana could stand beside him, and he never refused her touch.

In the eyes of others, Travis and Solana were a couple. He proudly introduced her to everyone. If it weren't for my mother's dying wish and my desperate pleas, our wedding would never have happened.

I looked at Travis in disappointment. This was the man I loved for nearly a decade. What did I ever see in him?