Rejecting the cold Alpha

As I stepped out of the firm that I worked in, I saw him standing outside waiting for me.

Why would he be here when he was the last person on earth that I wished to see right now?

Dressed up like that, all poised and stern he could rival any model; his height and muscles were drool worthy and the way his blue eyes sparkled in the sun made him look like a demonic angel. People were naturally drawn to him.

If it was our usual meeting, I would have already rushed to him and hid him in my car to stop other people vying for what was mine but now he wasn’t mine anymore was he?

So I just passed him like that, pretending that I never saw him.

I walked towards the station on my own, but Damian quickly caught up with me.

His werewolf, much powerful than mine, could catch me anytime. Earlier when we used to play he usually stalled and let me rein free, running in the fields as he followed me laughter echoing in the surroundings.

The past and present were different.

He didn't mention his time with Veronica, neither paid attention to whatever happened earlier and said, "Its Hector’s birthday today and we both are invited."

I stopped and looked at him. "I don’t care."

“Fiona don’t be unreasonable.” The stern expression made me furious thus I boarded his car without a single word.

The same car where I had made many memories with Damian but this time, I didn’t say a word and silence was all one could hear.

Earlier I used to be the chatter box and he- the listening type, paying much attention to each and every word of mine but now his iciness had even taken away my carefree liveliness and I didn’t bother initiating a conversation.

The wind blew in from outside the window, and I smelled a faint scent of roses

The scent of Veronica.

The aroma wasn't disgusting for me to bear but I couldn’t help but ask Damian this time.

“You must love the smell of roses.”

Damian looked at me before slowly replying "It's just fine."

"Is that so?" I thought, "But you have often smelled like roses whenever you came back home late at night?"

“Fiona, stop it.”

I didn’t utter a single word anymore.

We arrived at the agreed place, a cozy homestay cum hotel where everyone was gathered.

Seeing us together after our fight Veronica seemed surprised. As expected of them, they would have been much happier if I hadn’t come.

"Damian, Fiona! We were just waiting for you two."

I gave an empty smile and looked at Hector, “I was in a hurry so I couldn’t prepare a gift.” My words said that, but the attitude was simply like I didn’t care.

Hector is Damian and Veronica’s closest friend. Damian and I had often come to his place and soon became acquainted, yet we were never close.

"You need not worry. I have given him a gift from both our sides."

Damian guided me to their table.

The remaining two seats were opposite each other and not together, ah! so they wished us to sit apart.

It would be my pleasure.

I let go of Damian’s arm that was clasped with mine making me uncomfortable, even wiping my palm with my jeans before taking my seat.

Damian’s expression did not look too good, his feet frozen in place as he noticed my movements, yet he quietly took his seat beside Veronica.

I knew what they all were thinking at this moment.

When Damian found out that I was his mate, his friends weren’t too satisfied with the fact.

Before, I wished to be their friend too, thus I invested all my efforts in carefully selecting gifts for them and giving out parties that they would enjoy.

But they never really attended my events, often citing one thing or another. I was never welcomed in their group and was always treated like an outsider.

I was too naive to see such an obvious thing until now.

This time I didn’t make any effort to talk or even bother answering unless they specifically asked me and ate in silence.

Damian contrary to me talked to them with ease, he liked Hawaiian fruits yet cracking the shell was something that made him unwilling to eat it.

Earlier I often prepared a bunch of clean fruits for him to have which he would never eat if he had to do himself.

However, he didn't mind the trouble now. He carefully cracked each shell and placed it infront of Veronica to have. Ah the power of true love!

This was a treatment I never dared to dream of.

Seeing this, I felt hurt.

I decided to never cross paths with him yet seeing him like this made me feel betrayed.

He must have rejected me the moment we met.

It would have been much better.

Hector looked at Damian’s favors to Veronica and then saw my expression which contorted to that of cold emotionless state "Don’t you like Veronica just too much, what about your mate there?"

It was the first time Damian seemed to notice that my plate had been long empty, and I had stopped eating.

“What should I order for you Fiona?”

"Nothing.” I drank water trying to swallow down the bitterness in my throat.

"How about Pizza?"

"I don't like it."

Damian looked at the me slightly nervous "But you haven’t eaten much, a burger-"

"No need"

He looked surprised, seemingly not expecting me to outrightly reject without hesitation.

Meeting his eyes I replied without feeling the need to hold pretenses any longer.

“Anything from you is no longer needed.

The biggest thing you can do is to stop dominating me and making me uncomfortable. “

"Fiona please don’t be angry." Veronica said cautiously to me.

“Please eat this fruit and forgive Damian, he did not mean to do it.”