The Alpha’s Public Rejection

She came to our shared sleeping chamber occasionally, but more often, she went to see that pup.

She would hold him close, tell him stories, her eyes revealing something unfamiliar—something others called "maternal instinct."

One evening, she stood behind me as I sat at the window, silent for a long while before finally speaking.

"Kael, about the pup-termination... I was wrong. I just... wasn't ready."

"Darian... he simply depends on me too much. Don't hold it against him." She added quickly.

I slowly lifted my head, gazing at our reflections in the darkened glass.

She looked radiant and polished. I appeared gaunt and worn.

"Hold it against him?" I let out a soft, hollow laugh.

"What right do I have to hold anything against anyone? I couldn't even protect my own pup."

Her expression twisted instantly, as if my words had struck a raw nerve.

"That was an accident!" Her voice rose sharply.

"Why must you keep dwelling on it? I've been trying my best to make amends!"

Make amends?

Territory and resources meant nothing to me.

I had no desire to argue with her any longer. I guided her toward the door.

"Kael Stormclaw, what exactly do you want?"

"What do I want?" I looked at her, my tone cutting. "I want you to stay far away from me."

In the end, she stormed out, slamming the heavy oak door behind her.

From that day forward, she rarely set foot in my quarters.

Between us, even that paper-thin pretense of a bond was no longer worth maintaining.

On the pup's naming day, the Stormclaw Pack held an extravagant territory feast.

The celebration took place on the sprawling grounds of the ancestral estate, beneath the light of the waxing moon. Distinguished wolves from every prominent pack in the region gathered—nearly every influential figure in our world had come.

I wore ceremonial white, tailored precisely to my frame, holding the young pup's hand as we stood beside my grandfather and grandmother, receiving blessings and envious glances from all present.

The pup had been formally named "Rowan" by my grandfather during the pack-naming rite—a wish for a peaceful, blessed life, and a quiet tribute to the pup I had lost.

Halfway through the feast, Grandfather Fenris walked onto the raised platform with his ceremonial staff, taking hold of the speaking stone.

The entire gathering fell silent at once.

"Tonight, on the occasion of my great-grandpup Rowan's hundred-day celebration, I wish to make an announcement." The Elder Alpha's voice rang clear and powerful.

"Under Stormclaw Holdings, we have established a new territory-brokerage division specializing in resource acquisition across the northern reaches. Current estimates place its worth at over a thousand territories in combined value."

"Tonight, I bestow this division upon Kael Stormclaw as my gift."

Thunderous howls of approval erupted.

I held Rowan close, offering a slight bow of gratitude, a composed smile on my face.

The crowd below burst into resounding howls and murmurs of astonishment.

Every wolf present looked at me with envy burning in their eyes.

A thousand-territory holding, given just like that—what extraordinary favor!

I was about to step onto the platform with Rowan to offer formal thanks.

Suddenly, the great doors of the feast hall were thrown open with tremendous force.

A male wolf in a white suit pushed past the border guards, charging in like a creature possessed.

It was Darian Ashenwolf.

He shoved through the crowd like a mad beast, heading straight for the main platform. Behind him followed Selene, her face pale as ash.

"Wait!"