When My Alpha Chose Her, I Chose Myself

My mate, Alpha Nathan Lynch, renowned for his expertise in healing rare diseases, gave the only dose of a groundbreaking medication to Siena Hawkins, a Delta in our pack who suffers from the same rare blood disease I do. On the brink of death, I watched as he made the choice to save her without a moment’s hesitation.

As I lay there, blood pouring from my mouth, feeling the shadow of death closing in, intrusive thoughts flickered through my mind: *Don’t blame Nathan; Siena once made sacrifices for him. She gave up a pregnancy for him. He’s just trying to repay her by giving her the medicine.*

*This is a tragic story with an inevitable ending for the heroine. But Nathan will eventually realize his mistake.*

I found it absurd. Should I die just to make an Alpha see the light? I couldn’t accept such a fate. As an Omega, I had always been at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, but I refused to let that define my end.

Nathan held Siena tenderly, his Alpha aura radiating concern as he asked, “Are you feeling any side effects after taking the medication?” Meanwhile, I was on the floor, coughing up blood, every inch of my body in agony. He didn’t even notice.

The intrusive thoughts continued: *The heroine won’t die just yet; it’s not time.*

*Once she dies, the hero will regret it. His true mate has always been the heroine.*

*Can’t wait to see the hero’s remorseful expression—die quickly, heroine!*

I coughed again and again, tears slipping uncontrollably down my face. Nathan remained oblivious to my struggle, fixated on Siena as if she were his Luna. I bit down hard on my lip. Everyone seemed to desire my death, and Nathan didn’t care, giving the only cure to Siena.

Everyone wanted me gone, but I refused. Even if Nathan would feel regret, what difference would it make? It was my life at stake, and I wouldn’t trade it for his remorse.

After what seemed like forever, Nathan finally turned his attention to me. His towering frame loomed over me, his broad shoulders and muscular build a reminder of his Alpha status. He held my hand, his touch firm but devoid of the warmth he reserved for Siena. “Maeve, don’t be scared,” he said, his deep voice steady. “I’ll find a way to save you.”

“I’ll make another batch of the medication soon.”

“I gave it to Siena first because her condition is more severe than yours.”

I’d heard his excuses so many times. He might think I didn’t know that Siena had once given up a pregnancy for him, which is why she received the drug.

I kept quiet as he continued, “Please don’t be upset. I’ve done everything I could. This was so difficult to develop.”

Yes, he had spent over a year working on it, partly because one of the ingredients was incredibly rare and hard to find. He had trekked through the Alps for months, sourcing it himself until he finally succeeded. That’s why there was only one dose of the medicine.

The precious dose he had given to Siena the moment it was complete.

His dark eyes, when they turned to me, held a semblance of concern, but it wasn’t the same sincerity he reserved for Siena. After all, he’d failed to notice my condition earlier.

I suppressed the pain to say, “Alpha Nathan, I reject you as my mate.” My voice trembled, but I forced the words out, each one a dagger to my own heart.

No one knew the courage it took to say those words. In the five years since we mated, I had been fighting tirelessly against my illness. He promised me time and again that he would give me the medication as soon as it was ready.

I had waited so long, only to see my hope shattered today.

The room fell silent. Even Siena, who had been basking in Nathan’s attention, froze. Nathan’s expression darkened, his Alpha aura flaring with intensity. “Maeve,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “you don’t mean that.”

“I, Maeve Lynch, reject you, Alpha Nathan Lynch of the Silvermoon Pack, as my mate,” I repeated, the formal words cutting through the air like a blade.

The moment the words left my lips, a searing pain tore through my chest, the mate bond screaming in protest. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, but I silenced her. This was my choice. My survival.

Nathan’s face paled, his Alpha composure cracking for the first time. He reached for me, but I stepped back, my resolve hardening. “Don’t,” I said, my voice firm despite the tears streaming down my face. “You made your choice. Now I’ve made mine.”

He stared at me, his expression a mix of shock and something I couldn’t quite place—regret, perhaps? But it didn’t matter. Not anymore.

I turned and walked away, my steps unsteady but determined. I wouldn’t let my fate be decided by anyone else. Not Nathan, not the pack, not the voices in my head. I would find a way to save myself—or die trying.