Rejected by My Fated Alpha

The day before the marking ceremony, I received intimate photos of my mate with another female. Dylan Rivera, the Delta heir to the Rivera Pack who always carried himself with aloof dignity, lay in bed enveloping someone else, captured in a tender moment. As I reviewed the photos of the two of them, their closeness unmistakable, I calmly asked Dylan for a rejection. Bianca Morrison, a Delta photographer at Dylan’s studio, called me, her voice quaking as she begged me not to be upset. "Amira, Dylan and I took these photos for work; don’t get the wrong idea." Meanwhile, Dylan murmured soft reassurances to someone else on the line. "Don’t worry, everything she has is because of the Rivera Pack. She has no right to be angry." I said nothing in response. I placed the rejection papers on the table and walked out without a backward glance. When Dylan entered the den, our eyes met just as I was leaving, suitcase in hand. He paused for a moment, a displeased expression flickering across his face as he held a picture frame.

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Bianca Morrison, a Delta photographer at Dylan’s studio, called me, her voice quaking as she begged me not to be upset. "Amira, Dylan and I took these photos for work; don’t get the wrong idea."

Meanwhile, Dylan murmured soft reassurances to someone else on the line. "Don’t worry, everything she has is because of the Rivera Pack. She has no right to be angry."

I said nothing in response. I placed the rejection papers on the table and walked out without a backward glance.

When Dylan entered the den, our eyes met just as I was leaving, suitcase in hand. He paused for a moment, a displeased expression flickering across his face as he held a picture frame.

"Amira, are you really making a fuss over a photograph, leaving the pack?"

He sounded completely exasperated. "Here's the marking ceremony photo you wanted. Such a big deal over nothing."

The 30-inch photo fit perfectly atop the bedside table. Until today, I had looked forward to getting it. After all, Dylan was a photographer, yet he disliked being photographed himself. Our photos together were rare. I had coaxed him into taking those marking ceremony photos with me.

However, upon seeing those intimate photos today, I realized it wasn't taking photos he disliked; it was taking them with me. I left the photo untouched and instead gestured to the rejection agreement on the table.

"Great timing. I’ve already signed it. Let’s find a time to finalize the paperwork."

As I finished speaking, Dylan slammed the photo onto the table, ignoring the agreement entirely.

"Amira, really? I took those photos with Bianca for the sake of her work."

"She felt so guilty she canceled all her photography assignments because you mentioned rejection."

Bianca, a Delta photographer at Dylan’s studio, was passionate, artistically gifted, beautiful, and matched Dylan’s creative outlook.

Seeing my silence, Dylan frustratedly rubbed his temple before grabbing the rejection papers and tearing them to shreds, letting them fall into the nearby trash can.

"They’re just photos. You don’t understand art; you’re being so narrow-minded."

Just photos? After all the years together, Dylan and I had barely shared much intimacy. I had thought it was a sign of his respect for me. I hadn’t imagined he could pose so closely with a packmate, naturally and without awkwardness, his expression full of affection.

But I didn’t care anymore, nor did I want to. I only felt a fleeting sense of relief. I finally didn’t have to deceive myself.

"I definitely don’t understand this kind of scantily clad art. Feel free to take all the photos you want."

I shrugged as I spoke. Whether Dylan didn’t grasp my sarcasm or chose to ignore it, he scoffed.

"Yes, well, Bianca is much more open-minded than you. After the marking ceremony tomorrow, you should apologize to her, and we’ll move forward."

Hearing this, I couldn’t help but smile wryly. "Apologize? For what?"

With a sardonic twist in my smile, I said, "Apologize for not being okay with you taking even more intimate photos?"

At my words, Dylan was instantly furious, snapping back, "Amira, you’re insulting Bianca’s photography! Of course, you should apologize, or don’t blame me for being harsh!"

"And what does being harsh mean? Rejecting me or kicking me out of the Rivera Pack?"

I interrupted him as I moved toward the door, suitcase in hand. "Don’t trouble yourself. I’m leaving right now."

"Make sure you sign the rejection papers; I’ll make way for her tomorrow."

"You can mark the only female who truly understands art."

Seeing I was serious about leaving, Dylan, in a fit of anger, kicked over my suitcase. "Amira, I’m trying to reason with you, but you insist on being sarcastic, don’t you?"

"If you walk out that door today, you may as well walk away from the Rivera Pack forever."

Dylan was certain I wouldn’t go through with a rejection, sure that I couldn’t leave everything the Rivera Pack had offered me. But the truth is, I didn’t care about any of that. All I cared about was whether he cared for me.

It was clear that he once did, but his heart no longer belonged to me.

I only wanted to leave this place that had held me captive in the name of the mate bond.

Behind me, I heard the crash of the photo’s glass frame shattering, and Dylan’s furious voice hollering after me.

"Amira, you’re nothing more than a stray the Rivera Pack took in for me."

"Without me, without the Rivera Pack, you’re just an Omega!"

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I stumbled upon a video from a street interview blogger. "What advice would you give to your past self from five years ago?" In the video, Corbin Murray was holding his young girlfriend close. His voice was calm and affectionate. "I wish the Corbin Murray from five years ago could have met Arianna Anderson sooner." The young woman in his arms blushed, covering her mouth as she echoed him. "I feel the same way." The viewers were delighted, showering them with blessings. No one knew that five years ago was the day Corbin and I got married. Even he had forgotten. Until a week later. The blogger released another street interview video. In the footage, I looked straight into the camera and said seriously, "Zainab West, don't marry Corbin Murray.

Modern Mystery Romance

9.3

Bargain: An Object of Desire

9.3

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Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

Discarded Girlfriend, Claimed By His Cousin

9.8

For years, I was the perfect, understanding girlfriend. I watched my boyfriend, Brendan, and his "family friend," Kasey, flaunt their affair, but my career as an event planner was tied to his powerful family, so I endured the humiliation in silence. That all changed on the way to a charity gala I had meticulously planned. I saw a fresh hickey on Kasey's neck, a silent, screaming testament to their latest betrayal, right in front of my face. I finally broke up with him. The fallout was immediate and brutal. My own brothers hunted me down, calling me a "gold-digging whore" before dragging me back to our family. They threw a settlement agreement at me, demanding I apologize to Brendan for the "good of the family." When I refused, they disowned me. My career was systematically destroyed, leaving me with nothing. I was just a pawn they had used and discarded. The weight of it all became too much, and I collapsed, alone in my new, empty apartment. As my vision faded, I heard a key turn in the lock. It was Brendan's cousin, Graham-the quiet, powerful lawyer I'd shared a secret, passionate kiss with in the car that very same day.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.8

Housewife Revenge: I Stole the Cheater's Lottery

8.8

Laura Miller’s life seems perfect—until a shocking vision of betrayal and violence shakes her to the core. Her husband, Thomas, wins the lottery, but in her nightmare, he has a secret family and turns deadly. Miraculously, she wakes up a month before the jackpot, armed with the lottery numbers and a second chance. Determined to reclaim her life, Laura secretly buys a ticket, hires a private investigator, and secures a ruthless divorce attorney. As she sets her plan in motion, she prepares to confront Thomas, expose his secrets, and seize the life—and wealth—she was always meant to have.

Modern Mystery Romance

9.5

Life is full of regrets

9.5

Ellie lay in bed, burning with yet another low-grade fever. Ever since her pregnancy began, her body had struggled to adjust. The daily low fevers had become a relentless routine. Her husband David was always attentive. Whenever Ellie felt unwell, he would bring a glass of warm water and personally feed her a vitamin C tablet. Half an hour after taking it, she was drenched in sweat from the pain. “David…” She rolled off the bed in agony. But David, unlike his usual gentle self, simply stood by the bed, looking down at his wife. “Just endure it a little longer. Once the baby’s gone, you’ll be fine.” Gone? Ellie’s fingers dug into the concrete floor until they bled, but she felt nothing. “What I just gave you wasn’t a vitamin. It’s an imported abortion pill. You’re a doctor—you understand. Once this pain passes and the embryo dies, everything will be fine.” Ellie looked up at the man before her. No. He wasn’t a man. He was a monster. After the educated youth returned to the cities, she had risked cutting ties with her own family to marry David, a fellow returnee from her class. Back then, he’d had nothing. Two young people from vastly different social standings had come together—for love. Ellie got into medical school and, after graduation, was assigned to City Hospital as an OB-GYN. David, through Ellie’s father’s connections, entered the local Machine Tool Plant. He rose swiftly. In less than five years, he achieved what others spent a lifetime dreaming of: becoming the head of the largest factory in the area. Just two days ago, Ellie’s father died of a heart attack. She had lost her usefulness… “David, abortion pills aren’t fully developed yet. It won’t be a clean process.” Tears in her eyes, Ellie begged him. She couldn’t die here. Not like this, for no clear reason! “Medical abortions are dangerous. They can cause hemorrhaging. Please, take me to the hospital.” Her abdomen grew hotter, warmth churning inside her. She shifted slightly—and a warm gush surged from between her legs. The excruciating pain came like a tidal wave, smashing her broken little boat into the ocean. Just then, the door opened. Carolyn stepped in. Seeing Ellie on the floor, she gasped and hid behind David. “Oh, dear, what’s happened to you?” This woman was David’s sister-in-law. After his brother passed away, David had brought Carolyn to the city under the pretext of medical treatment, claiming her health was poor. She had been living with them for nearly half a year. “Hurry, take me to the hospital.” Ellie looked at the two of them, a terrible premonition settling in her heart. David frowned, crouched halfway down, and took out a handkerchief to wipe Ellie’s forehead. “Can’t you just endure it a little longer? Once the bleeding stops, you’ll be fine.” Gripping her teeth until they ached, Ellie knew the truth: drug-induced abortions were still underdeveloped. There had been many clinical accidents—that’s why hospitals hadn’t adopted them widely. “I can’t endure it. I’m dying!” David’s gaze turned vicious. “Endure it! It’s just a bastard. I’m already being merciful by letting you abort it. If you don’t listen, I’ll divorce you right now!” “What? A bastard?” Ellie was in such extreme pain her words slurred. Her child—how could it be a bastard? David was her first love. She had given him her virginity. How could he say such a thing?

Modern Mystery Romance

8.6

Pleasure Contract: The Mother the CEO Swore to Dominate

8.6

"Come on, Juliet... it's time to write a new story." After years trapped in an abusive marriage, Juliet Pierce finally runs. Alone, with two children and a suitcase full of trauma, she leaves behind the luxury - and George Monroe, the man she once loved - in search of a new beginning. The destination? Manhattan. The plan? Just survive. But everything changes on her first night working as a waitress at Paradise, an exclusive BDSM club where pleasure meets power. Afraid of being recognized, she wears a mask - a shield she desperately needs. And that's where she crosses paths with Noah Blake: billionaire CEO, relentless Dominant, and co-owner of the club. He sees her. He wants her. He has no idea who she really is... yet. Days later, Juliet applies for a position as Noah's assistant. This time, she's not wearing a mask - and he starts putting the pieces together. Juliet wants distance. Noah wants to tame her. "I do love a challenge," he says. Juliet is everything he never expected: funny, bold, intense - fragile on the outside, but with eyes that reveal how untamed she truly is. He wants her on her knees. She wants to prove she can love without losing herself. What begins as a dangerous arrangement becomes a quiet war between fear and desire, past and redemption. But Juliet's past is closer than she thinks. And when it resurfaces to haunt her, she'll have to choose: surrender... or fight for herself - and maybe, for the love of a man who swore he would never love. "It was in that moment I realized I was about to discover: Whether this would be a nightmare... or the best experience of my life."

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