Rejected by My Fated Alpha

I quickened my pace to leave, but the words pierced my heart like arrows.

The man I had loved for almost a decade saw me as nothing more than a compliant pet.

It felt like a stab to the heart. I laughed bitterly at my own naivety, feeling the weight of my situation.

Dylan's words rang true. My identity was tied to the Rivera Pack, secured by their family.

To the outside world, I existed because of the Rivera Pack and Dylan.

I was an orphan taken in by Alpha Gregory Rivera, raised in the pack manor, with duties as my constant companion.

Once, during a pack gathering, a group of Delta females accused me of stealing a ceremonial necklace.

Dylan found evidence to prove my innocence, preventing me from being cast out of the pack.

After the gathering, he said he saw potential in me and invited me to model for his photography.

Alpha Gregory then put me under Dylan's guidance, making me his companion and protégé.

When I was about to enter the pack’s training academy, Alpha Gregory offered me the chance to study abroad.

Dylan, being the heir to the Alpha of the Rivera Pack, wasn’t interested in leadership.

His world was filled with artistic photography and a romantic spirit.

Knowing my feelings for Dylan, Alpha Gregory saw me as the perfect fit for a compliant Beta.

This was the deal between us, the condition that kept me by Dylan's side.

Upon returning to the pack, the Rivera family tested my skills, allowing me to prove myself.

After completing my training, I started as a Delta in the pack.

Through countless patrols and relentless effort, I climbed the ranks.

Eventually, I earned the title of acting Beta and the opportunity to be Dylan’s mate.

Though I lacked true authority, I poured my heart and soul into the pack.

During my time as a Delta, Dylan and I naturally became mates.

Shortly after my promotion, Alpha Gregory had us sign the mate bond papers, but without a ceremony.

He assured me that a public marking ceremony would take place once I became Beta.

Three years went by.

I immersed myself in pack duties, striving for a future with Dylan.

Yet, Dylan relied on me more, growing irritated by my lack of spontaneity.

I had no time for impromptu pack runs, photography, or romance.

Then Bianca Morrison appeared.

Dylan met her at a photography exhibit and later invited her to his studio.

They bonded over their love for art and shared endless conversations.

Bianca appreciated his artistic vision and the emotions his camera captured.

Soon, she occupied most of Dylan's heart.

Meanwhile, I was buried in pack duties, mundane and uninspiring, unable to be by his side.

Dylan grew increasingly impatient with me, spending more time at the studio.

By the time I understood what was happening, I continued to believe his claims that she was just a friend.

But I loved Dylan and didn’t want our mate bond to end in silence.

I tried to win back his love with the promise of a marking ceremony.

Until, on the day we were to take our ceremonial photos, I overheard Bianca ask him,

"Should we take personal photos given our relationship?"

To which he replied, "I only photograph those I love, and I only want to photograph you."

What should have been the day for our ceremonial photos turned into intimate photos of Dylan and Bianca.

In those photos, Bianca wore the ceremonial robe meant to be my marking gift.

I had imagined wearing it on our marking night.

Instead, I saw it in this devastating way.

At that moment, the belief I had held onto for years crumbled.

The harsh truth was clear: Dylan no longer loved me.

I realized that holding on to this one-sided mate bond was pointless. It was time to let go.