Rejecting Her Chosen Alpha

I couldn't bear it any longer. "Shut up! You have no right to speak about my mother!"

The way he tried to manipulate me, even now, was sickening. I stared daggers at them, wishing it could hurt them like it hurt me.

Travis scoffed, crossing his arms. “You're just talking out of anger. I know you won’t leave. You can’t. You’ve never been able to stand on your own.”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "No matter what you say, it won't change my mind. I'm tired Travis. Just let me go."

"Shut it!" he snarled.

Frustrated, I intoned coldly, "I, Amari Walker, Luna of the Wind Winder Pack, reject you, Travis Wright as my mate!"

As soon as my words fell, Travis' expression twisted in pain.

Glaring at me, he hissed, "I, Travis Wright, Alpha of the Wind Winder Pack, reject your rejection, Amari Walker!"

Clutching my chest in pain, I shouted, "Just let me go, Travis!"

"Shut up! You’ll regret this," Travis roared, then he called his Beta through the pack link, ensuring I would hear every word he said.

"Lawrence, cancel Karina's surgery."

Travis thought his threats would break me. He stared at me, expecting a reaction, but I just looked at him, unflinching.

At the other end of the line, I heard Lawrence respond. "Alpha, Mrs. Walker passed away three days ago, on the day of your wedding."

"What?" Travis was stunned, glancing at me in disbelief before asking angrily, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Lawrence, seemingly anxious to avoid blame, hurriedly explained, "Alpha, you specifically said that Mrs. Walker's matters didn’t need to be reported to you."

Upon hearing what he said, I mentally scoffed. It wasn't surprising. Aside from Solana, my existence or happiness never mattered to Travis.

He cut off the connection of the pack link and walked toward me. His face was pale, eyes glimmering with shock. "Karina passed away the day of our wedding," he said, his voice trembling. "I—I didn’t know."

"Of course you didn’t know," I said quietly, my voice laced with bitter resignation. "You were too busy with Solana to care."

He looked at me, his anger now replaced by something akin to remorse. But it was too late. There was nothing he could say or do to change the past. The damage was done, and I had nothing left to give him.

"Amari, it's not like that. I didn't know your mother... She was fine when we last met. I didn't know she was so seriously ill."

The last time Travis saw my mother was three months ago. I had begged him for a long time before he reluctantly agreed to meet her. By then, the cancer had spread throughout her body, yet my mother forced herself to prepare a sumptuous dinner for him.

At first, everything seemed fine. But less than five minutes after he sat down, he received a call and left, never to return. I didn't have to see his call log to know it was Solana. After all, he could always take him away with just one phone call. My mother, feeling sorry for me, didn't say anything, but she cried in bed that night.

That was the first time I considered breaking up with Travis. But looking at his face, I couldn't go through with it, so I held back the words that were on the tip of my tongue.

I knew my mother didn’t like Travis, and wanted me to look for my fated mate, but she kept silent because she didn’t want to make me unhappy. She held on for three months, just wanting to see me marry and have a family. But Travis didn’t show up that day. My mother and I waited from dawn until nightfall, and she finally fell into my arms and never woke up.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I pushed Travis away. "It doesn't matter anymore."

Seeing my indifferent expression, Travis finally panicked. At that moment, it seemed he could sense he was about to lose me.

"Amari, believe me, I really didn’t mean to stand you up that day. If you want to get married, I’ll arrange it. Let’s get the license tomorrow, okay?"

Scoffing, I replied, "No need."

Travis asked anxiously, "Amari, why are you so stubborn?"

Yes, if I hadn’t been so stubborn, I wouldn’t have loved him for nine years to the point of losing my self-esteem. I endured his neglect and abandonment time and again for Solana. But this time, I was exhausted. I no longer had the energy to be with him.

With scars all over my heart, I left the home I had shared with Travis for two years. This time, he didn’t chase after me.