The Alpha's Rejected Blossom

Leon Maddox’s face darkened immediately on hearing my words,“Celeste, what right do you have to speak to me like this? Don’t forget, you’re living in my territory; I’m the one supporting you…”

I wanted to retort. In the seven years we’d been bound together, we always split our resources equally, even after abandoning my previous life, I’d relied on my own savings. Before I could say, the oven beeped. I was too weary to engage in a battle of wills, so I slipped on gloves and retrieved the cake.

Leon furrowed his brows as he stared at the cake, then softened his tone. “Is today… your birthday?”

Today marked my 30th year—a pivotal moment in a wolf's life, and also the seventh anniversary of my bond with Leon. I had spent the day painstakingly crafting the cake by hand, yearning to celebrate our connection after he finished work.

Feeling a twinge of guilt, he took the initiative to find candles and set them on the cake for me. He hurriedly said, “I’ve been really busy with pack duties lately but I’ll make it up to you I promise, how about this afternoon I take you out to choose a new, larger engagement ring huh?”

He sat down in front of me, his usual charming demeanor returning. “Celeste, there’s no need to be envious of Elara, we only just had a brief fling when we were younger, that’s in the past now, we’ve moved on.”

Did they really?

I remembered a moment from when we newly started dating, overhearing a conversation he had with his pack brothers.

They questioned why he was with me. He’d replied, “Anyone is fine, as long as it’s not Elara.”

I was naive and stupid back then, believing that our love was strong enough could conquer everything. Now, I recognized my folly.

I made one mistake after another, and it was time to break free before I’d lost everything.

“No need. You go ahead; I’ll handle this myself.” I said coldly

Leon was stunned for a moment, he’d grown accustomed to my complianceafter years of my silent submission.

He mistook my refusal as forgiveness and smiled as he lit the candles. “Make a wish,” he said.

Every year, my wish had been for happiness and love with Leon, for us to remain united forever. This time, I silently wished: “I want to be happy and free from Leon forever.”

I opened my eyes, ready to blow out the candles, only to find he'd already disappeared. The cake, which had taken me six hours to create, lay shattered on the floor. In his haste, he knocked it over and failed to close the door behind him.

I shook my head at his antics and began cleaning the mess, when I was done,I checked my phone.

Elara had posted a new update: [I’m such a little clumsy girl; I bumped into the cabinet while walking. Luckily, my Alpha is always there to protect me.]

In the comments, Leon—who had ignored my pleas even when I’d been injured—wrote: [Whenever you need me, I’ll be there for you.]

The guts of them both

I liked the post.

Moments later, I received a message from Leon: [Elara hurt her foot, I’m taking her to the healer. Come over and clean up her house and make some broth to bring to the healer. No ginger please.]

Everything suddenly became clear to me, Leon had no dietary restrictions, yet every time I added ginger to a dish, he would explode with rage, calling me a useless fool who couldn’t do anything right.

It wasn’t that he detested ginger; it was Elara who did.

I considered ignoring his message, but then decided against it.

Leon was holding Elara close, speaking softly to her when I came downstairs, his expression hardened on seeing me.“Why are you so late? If Elara’s treatment gets delayed…”

Elara gently tugged at his sleeve, her voice sweet. “Leon, I’m fine don’t blame Celeste because of me, I know she’s never liked me.”

She's right about that

Leon scowled at me. “Enough, Celeste, clean this place up throughly, I refuse to be with a jealous woman who can’t do anything right!” With that, he strode off, cradling Elara in his arms.

I watched their retreating figures in tears whispering, “I wouldn’t bond with a shameless, unfaithful wolf either.”

After they left, I surveyed the room. The bathroom was a mess, filled with water and in the trash, I found two used condoms.

A wave of nausea swept over me, no wonder Leon had been working late; he spent his time with Elara before returning to me.

I glanced around Elara’s lair, cluttered with luxury items and expensive perfumes, a few days ago, I asked Leon for a dress I'd seen and liked as a birthday gift. He’d looked at me with disdain, saying, “Thirty years old and you still want to celebrate? Trying to act young? Disgusting. Just stay home and tend to your duties. No amount of finery will change the fact that you’re no longer a pup.”

I would never be a young pup again that I'm aware of. But Leon had no shortage of young she-wolves around him, Elara, his so-called “ideal woman,” was merely his latest preference at the moment.

I took a deep breath and began photographing everything in the room. Then, I went upstairs to gather my belongings.

In our years together, Leon had only gifted me a few things, fine kitchenware, a robotic cleaning device, and a so-called “master-crafted” knife set. I decided to leave all these behind for him.

I couldn’t help but laugh at myself as I packed my things, Elara’s belongings cluttered the lair, while all I owned could fit into a single suitcase.

After I was done, I called my closest friend, Annabelle, who was far away, after several missed calls she finally answered.

I stifled my tears. “Annabelle, you were right, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have given up my life for Leon, I regret it i should have listened to you when you warnrd me, I'm coming home to you, Anna”

She yelled at me and called me a fool, reminding me that I deserved it, before hanging up. I sat in the emptiness of my room, overwhelmed by sadness.

Flashes of the times she tried to pull me back to reality filled my mind, I recalled the disappointment on her face when she left.

As the tears began to flow, a new message lit up my phone. Annabelle had booked me the first available flight—three days from now, at noon.

The floodgates opened, and the tears poured out—tears for myself and for the seven years I had wasted foolishly in love with a man who didn't care for me a single bit.