
Rejected by the Alpha, Embraced by Fate
Chapter 2
The cottage felt smaller each day, like the walls were slowly closing in on me. Three weeks had passed since Joaquin asked me to leave our home, three weeks of waiting for June to "stabilize" so I could return to the life that was supposedly mine. But as I scrolled through my phone that morning, any illusion I'd been clinging to shattered completely.
There they were—dozens of photos flooding the Shadowpine Pack's official social media accounts. Joaquin and June at the harvest festival I'd been told was "postponed." June wearing the ceremonial Luna necklace that had been mine, the silver crescent moon catching the light as she gazed adoringly up at Joaquin. Her hand rested on his chest in one photo, their bodies pressed close in a way that made my wolf howl with rage and betrayal.
The captions were worse than the images. "Our Luna June Price-Morgan embraces her rightful place beside Alpha Joaquin. The strength of their renewed bond promises a bright future for the Shadowpine Pack." Price-Morgan. She was already using his name, already claiming what had never been hers to take.
My hands shook as I kept scrolling. There were comments from pack members I'd known for seven years, congratulating them, welcoming June "home" to her proper position. As if I'd never existed. As if seven years of my life had been nothing more than a placeholder arrangement.
I was still staring at the screen when the rumors reached me through Vivienne's frantic phone call.
"Alani, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice tight with fury. "I wanted to tell you in person, but I couldn't wait. People are saying... they're saying June is pregnant."
The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering onto the cottage floor. Pregnant. The word echoed in my skull like a death knell. If June was carrying Joaquin's child, any hope I'd harbored of reclaiming my place was dead and buried.
I drove to the pack house in a haze of rage and desperation, my wolf clawing at my insides, demanding answers, demanding justice. The front door—our front door—stood open, and I could hear laughter drifting from inside. Her laughter, bright and victorious.
June stood in the living room I'd decorated, wearing one of my dresses, her hand resting protectively over her still-flat stomach. When she saw me, her smile turned predatory.
"Alani," she purred. "How lovely to see you. Joaquin's in his study if you're looking for him."
I pushed past her without a word, my pulse hammering in my ears. Joaquin looked up from his desk when I burst through the study door, his expression shifting from surprise to wariness.
"Is it true?" I demanded, my voice hoarse with barely contained emotion. "Is she pregnant?"
His silence was answer enough, but I needed to hear it from his lips.
"Is. She. Pregnant?"
He stood slowly, his movements careful and measured. "Alani, you need to calm down—"
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" The words tore from my throat like a battle cry. "Answer me, Joaquin. Did you get her pregnant while I've been rotting in that cottage, waiting for you to keep your promises?"
"This is exactly the kind of drama I was trying to avoid," he said coldly, his green eyes hardening. "You're being hysterical. June needs peace right now, not you storming around making accusations."
Hysterical. Seven years of devotion, and I was hysterical for wanting the truth.
"I'm moving back into the main house," I said, lifting my chin. "Tonight. This has gone on long enough."
"No." The word hit me like a physical blow. "You're not."
"You can't stop me. This is my home too—"
"As Alpha of the Shadowpine Pack," his voice took on the commanding tone that made every wolf instinctively submit, "I order you to remain in the cottage until further notice."
The Alpha command slammed into me like a freight train, my wolf whimpering and cowering before the overwhelming force of his authority. My knees buckled, and I had to grip the doorframe to keep from falling. This was the man who'd promised to cherish and protect me, using his power to keep me caged like an inconvenient secret.
"You bastard," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "You absolute bastard."
But I couldn't fight it. The command held me fast, invisible chains that bound me to his will. I stumbled from the room, past June's triumphant smile, and drove back to my prison with shaking hands.
Two days later, my father arrived with the Beta council in tow. Marcus Grant looked older than I remembered, his Alpha bearing diminished by something that might have been shame. Beta Richards and Beta Stone flanked him, their expressions carefully neutral as they arranged themselves in my tiny living room.
"Alani," my father began, his voice formal and distant. "We need to discuss your future."
Beta Richards opened a leather portfolio, withdrawing a thick stack of documents. "The Silvermoon Pack, in consultation with our allies in the Shadowpine Pack, would like to offer you a compensation package."
"Compensation?" The word tasted bitter on my tongue.
"A generous financial settlement," Beta Stone added smoothly. "Enough to start fresh anywhere you choose. All we ask in return is that you formally dissolve your mate bond with Alpha Morgan and leave the territory. Quietly."
I stared at them—my own pack's leadership—offering to pay me to disappear. To make their political maneuvering easier by erasing the inconvenience I represented.
"June's position as Luna of the Shadowpine Pack benefits both our communities," my father explained, unable to meet my eyes. "The alliance strengthens our borders and our influence. Your... situation... complicates those arrangements."
My situation. As if my seven-year mate bond was nothing more than a political inconvenience to be bought and buried.
"How much?" I asked quietly.
The number Beta Richards quoted was staggering—enough to live comfortably for the rest of my life. Enough to start over somewhere far from here, where no one knew I'd once been foolish enough to believe in fairy tale endings.
"We'll need an answer soon," my father said, standing to leave. "June's pregnancy changes everything, you understand. The pack needs stability."
After they left, I sat alone with the documents spread across my coffee table, staring at the dollar amount that represented the price of my dreams. Outside, thunder rumbled in the distance, and I wondered if even the sky was weeping for what I'd lost.
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