Rejecting My Alpha Before Death Claims Me

I was the omega who lived as a dependent in the Hansen Pack.

Nikolas despised me, his cold eyes never softening in my presence.

Because Elina, his chosen mate and the Beta’s daughter, disliked me, he ordered me to the Moonlight Sanctuary, demanding I undergo a ritual for her health every day.

He looked down at me, his Alpha aura pressing heavily against my chest.

“Your twisted heart needs tempering. Go and reflect.”

And so, I stayed there for three years.

Later, he and Elina were to be marked as mates.

He brought me back to the pack, insisting I witness their marking ceremony.

But it didn’t matter. I was already dying.

Nikolas, I won’t live to see your union.

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The pack’s SUV was parked outside the sanctuary.

“Miss Amari, the future Alpha has sent us to bring you back,” a Delta said, bowing slightly.

I immediately spotted Nikolas, surrounded by his loyal Betas and Gammas.

His expression was cold, his piercing gaze fixed on me.

I nodded silently and turned to gather my belongings.

There wasn’t much to pack.

When I was exiled from the pack, they had thrown a bag at me and pushed me into the car without a second thought.

“…You lived here?” Nikolas frowned as he surveyed my small, bare room.

A few worn-out pieces of furniture, a narrow bed, and not even a mirror.

“Yes,” I answered flatly, quickly packing my meager possessions.

Nikolas shot a sharp glance at the two Deltas behind him.

They exchanged nervous looks and immediately dropped to their knees. “Future Alpha, forgive us. Miss Amari… only moved into this room yesterday.”

Of course, Elina would never tolerate such conditions.

This was just another one of her manipulative acts, a ploy for sympathy.

Nikolas let out a cold laugh. “Stop pretending. No one falls for your tricks.”

It was true. I had only moved into this room yesterday.

The one before was far worse.

These Deltas, hearing of Nikolas’s arrival, had hastily moved me here, fearing punishment for mistreating the pack’s dependent.

I didn’t bother to explain. I nodded indifferently and pushed past him. “Yes, it’s all an act. Are you satisfied now?”

He grabbed my wrist, his grip tight, his eyes narrowing as he felt how thin and frail I had become.

“Amari, enough of this nonsense. Stop playing games.”

I tried to pull away, but his hold was unyielding. I gave up, glaring at him. “Fine, it’s all a lie. Are you happy?”

He stared at me for a long moment before releasing me with a scoff, his tone icy. “You’re impossible.”

With that, he turned and left, his aura heavy with frustration.

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Nikolas silently took the letter from Ophelia’s hands.

“This is her final wish,” Ophelia said, her voice trembling.

Nikolas’s fingers tightened, creasing the paper.

“She said she didn’t want to remain with the Hansen Pack. She wanted to go to the southern territories.”

“She said it was the place her brother gave his life to protect. She wanted to see it.”

“...”

Nikolas stood in silence for a long time before finally speaking, his voice hoarse. “Fine.”

He honored my wish and buried me in the southern territories, on a hillside covered in wildflowers.

I would have loved it here, he thought.

My garden back at the pack had been filled with flowers I’d planted myself.

He remembered standing at the doorway, watching me amidst the blossoms.

My eyes had sparkled like stars, my smile radiant as I looked at him.

The wind had brushed through my hair, and perhaps, in that moment, he had felt something.

But he had never acknowledged it.