Rejected by My Fated Alpha

Michael, where’s the tissue sample from my Luna? It should’ve been dealt with after the C-section.

Omari, my mate and the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, glanced around the room, his sharp gaze missing nothing—except me. His question wasn’t directed at me, even though I was lying there, barely clinging to life. My wolf stirred weakly in the back of my mind, but I silenced her, too exhausted to even acknowledge her presence.

"Your Beta, Scarlet’s mother, is anemic. She needs the fresh tissue for treatment," Omari said, his voice calm, almost indifferent.

His eyes never landed on me, despite the IV fluids and blood transfusion coursing through my veins, the oxygen mask pressed tightly to my face. I could feel the weight of his aura, commanding and unyielding, but it offered me no comfort. Not now. Not like this.

A senior healer, Professor Smith, stepped forward, his voice sharp with disapproval. "Alpha Omari, your Luna is still here, fighting for her life. How could you leave during such a critical moment? Have you forgotten your duty to your mate and your pack?"

Omari waved him off, his tone dismissive. "She’s strong. The pregnancy was smooth, and childbirth is natural for a wolf. She’ll be fine."

"But Alpha, she had an amniotic fluid embolism," a younger healer interjected, his voice trembling. "Professor Smith just saved her life."

Omari’s brows lifted slightly at the mention of the embolism, but when he heard Professor Smith’s name, his interest waned. He simply nodded, his focus already shifting back to the task at hand. "Good. Now, let’s get that tissue. Quickly," he ordered, his voice carrying the weight of an Alpha command.

Professor Smith, visibly frustrated, stormed out of the room, his tail flicking in agitation.

I could barely stay conscious, but I heard Omari snap at the healers. "Why is this taking so long? Don’t use her stabilized condition as an excuse! Step aside, I’ll handle it."

Then, his hands—cold, familiar, and devoid of any gentleness—pressed down on my abdomen with force. Pain ripped through me, and I let out a strangled scream.

"Alpha, please! It hurts!" I gasped, but he didn’t stop. He pressed harder, his expression unchanged, as if I were nothing more than an obstacle in his way.

"Hold her still," he commanded two healers, who reluctantly obeyed, their faces pale with discomfort.

Finally, the tissue was extracted, and I blacked out from the agony. Omari left without a backward glance, more concerned with the tissue than with me. It was Michael, a loyal Delta, who stepped in, ordering the healers to transfer me to the healing den immediately and to alert him if anything went wrong.

Later that night, two healers came to change my bandages, their whispers filling the room like a poison.

"I heard there was chaos in the healing den today, but Director Grant managed to cover it up," one murmured.

"Alpha Omari left his Luna during her birth to tend to his Beta’s mother," the other hissed. "Scarlet’s mother needed fresh tissue for her anemia."

"Thank the Moon Goddess for Professor Smith. Without him, the Luna would’ve died."

Their words cut deeper than any wound. Scarlet. Her name echoed in my mind, a bitter reminder of Omari’s constant praises—her intelligence, her ambition, her bright future. But now, it was clear. Their relationship was far from professional.

Tears slipped from my eyes, hot and unrelenting, soaking into the pillow beneath me. My wolf whimpered softly, her pain mirroring mine, but I couldn’t bring myself to comfort her. I tried to steady my breathing, to hold onto what little dignity I had left.

It wasn’t until the healers left that I let myself break, sobbing until exhaustion dragged me into unconsciousness.

Omari Castillo, how could you do this to me? How could you betray the mate bond, the vow we made under the Moon Goddess? I whispered the questions into the void, but no answer came—only the cold, unyielding silence of the night.