Rejecting the cold Alpha

It was my birthday, meant to be one of the happiest days of my life but the sweet smile gracing my lips slowly tuned painful when I heard that my mate was busy decorating an entire mansion full of roses for his childhood sweetheart.

A pack member had witnessed the event and had recorded the incident thus practically informing the whole pack about it as a moment for two soulmates meant forever.

My mate’s friends joked about me, asking, "Fiona, is it okay with you, um you know Damian being so caring towards Veronica?" It wasn’t something they asked out of concern but to actually rub it into my face.

My eyes had unshed tears when I looked down and just replied slowly, "It’s his choice so what can I do?"

As I listened to the remarks of the people around me accompanied by woeful eyes that looked like me as an obstacle in my mate’s life, it dawned on me how unwanted I was.

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My nineteenth birthday, the one Damon had promised to celebrate with me in the evening was today. I had prepared a simple candle-light dinner, hoping that he would come home and embrace me, that just for today he would warm up to me and look at me with love like in the very beginning.

I trusted him and was still looking forward to celebrate my birthday with him when he got back.

I was still deciding on wearing the dress he gave me when I received a message and soon I choose to not change at all.

[An important has come up, don’t wait for me.]

Little did I know, his "important work” was decorating the newly bought mansion for his childhood love Veronica.

How ironic it was.

In the video, Damian who looked at me with disinterested expression, coldly was now looking at Veronica with eyes that had softened as he watched her laugh, his lips that were usually set straight were then smiling a little.

This was a smile I had never received.

Before this, my stupid self had assumed that Damion was naturally an indifferent person and did not have any affection for others

I laughed at my folly, unwrapped the cake, and ate it in silence. The grape wine that I brewed a year ago to impress my mate was poured down a glass splashing outside before I gulped it down angrily.

It burned my throat and brought tears to my eyes.

How much longer would I let him walk all over me?

How much longer shall I suffer for such one-sided love?

I took out my phone and called Damian.

He replied pretty quick, but his tone was as disinterested as ever. "What's is it now?"

As he spoke, I could clearly hear a sweet laughter in the background, a woman was with him. It didn’t take a genius to judge who that might be.

He was still with his Veronica.

It took me a moment to calm myself down as I contemplated my life with him till now and asked him frostily. "Where are you?"

"I am at the packhouse." He seemed to have asked the woman beside him to shut for a goddamn moment so that I wouldn’t hear a thing.

His voice was still placid, showing absolutely no remorse or guilt in lying, instead he seemed pretty convincing.

I closed my eyes remembering his smile at Veronica before it became too much to handle.

"Let's separate for once and all."

"You are at it again, Fiona stop throwing a childish tantrum."

I sneered, "Am I? When you are fucking decorating a rosy mansion for another woman!”

With that, I hung up the phone feeling a strong urge to throw the device right across the wall.

Since I had proposed the breakup, I knew the rejection from my side or his would eventually follow.

I needed to move out of the packhouse where despite hating it I would have to see his face everyday and would have to always present myself as perfectly spotless- ah the perfect luna.

Fuck it!

I looked at the untouched dishes on the table I had set up, everything was Damian’s favorite and not even one of them was for my own self, I quickly found some containers to pack them up.

Gathering all my belongings, I stuffed the items into my suitcase before leaving for the small house in the middle of the city, the place I thought I might not need any more for I was already planning my life ahead with Damian.

After finding my mate in a party, I eventually come to love him a lot and when Damian said our homes were too far apart it was I who gave in and eventually moved in with him.

In reality the distance between our homes was symbolic of distances in our love.

Back in the long-lost small house, I tidied it up simply and went to bed after washing up.

The next day, I saw my phone was flooded with messages from Damian.

[What are you doing?]

[Stop this foolishness.]

[Where were you the entire night?]

I didn't reply to his messages and just went about my own business.

This wasn’t the first time it happened and would never be the last.

Veronica was the one whom he showered all affections upon, she could call him late at night when she was afraid of thunder or when she couldn’t sleep, then what about me?

I had questioned him and quarreled with him multiple times, but he never paid attention to any of my complaints and pushed all of it under the rug.

But he said, "People with a dirty perspective see every relationship as dirty."

Every time he left me behind for Veronica, he would send roses to me as his petty apology and me being a fool I was in his love forgave him and still continued with an already broken relationship.

But I was tired this time.