The Alpha Chose Her, I Took His Pup

In the dimly lit private room of the pack house, Luciano Gordon, a Delta and one of Kohen’s childhood friends, held his phone tightly, frustration etched on his face. I had just ended the call from my end, and his next attempt to reach me resulted only in a recorded message. The room’s atmosphere turned icy, the tension thick enough to suffocate.

Kohen Rice, the Alpha of our pack, sat across from Luciano, his towering frame dominating the space. His dark eyes were stormy with barely contained anger. The call had been his idea, a desperate attempt to offer an olive branch, hoping that by giving a little, I might relent and return. Had he not done enough for me? His jaw tightened as he leaned back in his chair, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest.

Sure, he first noticed me for my looks—a rare compliment for an Omega like me—but it was my spirit and determination that had kept his attention. He vividly recalled the day I stood on the stage during a pack meeting, challenging the Beta on the fairness of resource allocation—a small figure defying the status quo. He admitted I was impressive, even if only to himself. But in a pack like ours, there was no shortage of strong and ambitious wolves.

He had provided me with resources, introduced me to influential members of the pack, elevated my status from a mere Omega to someone with a voice, and even acknowledged our mate bond among the higher ranks. What more did I want? His fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair, the rhythm sharp and impatient.

"Alpha," Luciano said, his tone earnest, "if you can’t let it go, then go after her. This back-and-forth isn’t helping anyone."

Kohen lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around his sharp features as he exhaled slowly. "It’s just a game," he said dismissively, his voice tinged with bitterness. "She really thinks she’s something special."

He might have acted indifferent, but his recent erratic behavior gave him away. Allowing Miriam Meyer, the Beta he’d bonded with after our separation, to stir up rumors and gossip, hoping it would reach me. Frequently asking about my well-being, often lurking near my cabin only to leave quietly without a word.

Luciano had repeatedly tried to make him confront his true feelings. But Kohen couldn’t care less—why should he soften? He believed I was just using his affection, his position as Alpha, to climb the pack hierarchy. He could give me everything, and he could take it all away.

His family ties were mending, and a single word from him could set many things in motion. What would it be like for someone so adept at manipulation to lose everything? He waited for that day—the day I would have nowhere to turn and finally come crawling back. On that day, for old times’ sake, he’d reluctantly take me back. But that day would never come.

I had built a life for myself, far from the pack’s politics and Kohen’s games. And now, as I stood outside the pack house, the cool night air brushing against my skin, I felt a strange sense of calm. Kohen’s anger, his desperation, his pride—it was no longer my burden to bear.

I turned and walked away, my steps steady and sure. The past could haunt him, but it wouldn’t define me. Not anymore.