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Rejected by the Alpha’s Heart

Eight years into our mate bond, Gunnar had grown distant. He had appointed a young and beautiful Beta, Gemma Simmons. She didn’t care for the luxurious lifestyle of the Alpha’s inner circle; all she wanted was to wander the city streets with him, savoring the simplicity of life. She seemed too innocent for this world. It was clear Gunnar was enchanted by her. When I brought her up just once in conversation, he responded as if under attack, cautioning me, "Gemma and I are just packmates. Don’t use your tricks to ruin an innocent wolf’s life." At that moment, I finally understood—our bond was over. *** "Mom, did the mermaid princess and the prince live happily ever after once they defeated the wicked witch and got married?" Before bed, my pup Alaiya listened with her cheeks slightly puffed in frustration at the story’s abrupt conclusion. "Why do pack legends always end with the marking ceremony? They never say what happens afterward!" Holding the storybook, I hesitated slightly.
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Chapter 6

I rushed to the pack's healing den, my heart pounding with anxiety. To my surprise, Gemma Simmons was there too. I gave her a quick glance, my only concern being to see my daughter in her room.

"Luna, don't worry. Alaiya is out of danger now. She's just asleep in there..." Gunnar called out to me, his voice tense, his alpha aura flickering with unease.

At that moment, I probably looked like I was about to lose it, on the verge of a breakdown. That's why my mate seemed so eager to calm me down.

But before he could finish, Gemma interrupted, tears streaming down her face. Her voice was soft, almost fragile. "I'm so sorry, Luna. I bought a spiced honey cake for Alaiya. She only took a couple of bites before she started feeling unwell. I panicked just as much as you did..."

Her words couldn't hide the defiance in her eyes. I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face. Gemma was taken aback by the sudden strike, and her cheek turned red instantly. She gritted her teeth, tears welling up, but remained silent, playing the innocent victim.

The Alpha quickly stepped in front of her, shielding her. "Monica, it wasn't intentional on Gemma's part. There's no need to lash out at her."

"And you? Are you just going to stand there?"

I hurled my handbag at him in a fit of rage, nearly losing control. "Did you forget Alaiya is allergic to cream?"

The metal clasp of the bag left a scratch on his cheek, drawing blood. He closed his eyes and didn't move. Gemma let out a shriek, as if the blow had struck her instead.

"Luna, please don't blame the Alpha. It's all on me. Alaiya wanted to try the spiced honey cake, and the Alpha did warn about the allergy. It was my idea, thinking a small taste wouldn't hurt. Besides, back in my birth pack, people have allergies too, and adults often help them overcome it by gradually exposing them to the allergen. Eventually, they're no longer allergic," she insisted, her voice full of misguided conviction. "Luna, I really just wanted to help Alaiya overcome her allergy. I had no idea it would be this severe."

I stared at Gunnar, disbelief etched on my face. So that was it...

Great. Just great.

Alaiya's allergy was serious. When she was very young, she had once been rushed to the pack's healing den after accidentally eating cake. Back then, Gunnar and I had been terrified, our faces pale in the waiting room. After that incident, we had been strict about her diet, ensuring nothing like this would ever happen again.

And now, he had been so careless as to entertain his Beta's absurd idea! That was his daughter!

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, feeling a wave of bitter disappointment wash over me. My wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind, a reflection of my turmoil.

"Monica, please don't be like this..." Gunnar's voice was strained, his alpha aura pressing down on me, though it lacked its usual strength. "I thought that after all this time, maybe Alaiya's allergy had lessened. After all, she's fine now. It was just a scare..."

"Gunnar, I, Monica Tran, Luna of the Tran Pack, reject you as my mate," I cut him off, my voice trembling but resolute.

His alpha aura flickered and dimmed as if struck, and the room fell into a heavy silence. The words hung in the air, a declaration that shattered what little remained of our bond.

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