Rejected by the Alpha’s Lie

When I arrived at the Castro family estate, the grand mansion that stood as a symbol of their Alpha lineage, Imani and Layne were already there. Imani was helping Rohan with bags and gifts, while he held Layne’s hand, his towering frame and broad shoulders exuding the commanding presence of an Alpha. They looked like the perfect family—a Luna and her pup, with their Alpha by their side. I, on the other hand, felt like an outsider, a shadow that didn’t belong.

"Alpha Rohan," I said, my voice laced with sarcasm, "look who followed us here."

He turned to me, his dark eyes cold and dismissive. "You came to visit the Alpha’s household empty-handed?"

"This is my first visit since our marking ceremony," he continued, his tone sharp. "Today is important, and you don’t seem to care."

Seeing him now, it was as if I was staring at a stranger. This was the same werewolf I had once loved deeply, the one I had risked everything for, including my ability to shift. But now, he only made me feel disgusted.

"I’m not here for the Alpha’s family," I replied, maneuvering my wheelchair inside.

The moment I entered, Jonathan, Rohan’s father and the former Alpha, shot me a disdainful glance. His piercing eyes, so like his son’s, narrowed in irritation. "Seeing you like this just irritates me," he said, his voice laced with contempt. "A Beta’s daughter, unable to shift—what use are you to this pack?"

Moments later, his expression softened as he looked past me, a smile spreading across his face. "Ah, Imani, you’re back."

"You and Imani are such a good fit," he continued, his voice warm. "If only she weren’t already mated."

"Father," Rohan interjected, his voice firm but calm, the natural authority of an Alpha resonating in every word.

"Imani’s staying with us, and I’ve asked Aurelia to get along with her."

Jonathan wasn’t surprised; he simply smiled and said, "That’s ideal. Imani cares about you, and having two mates around is beneficial for the pack."

I felt a surge of frustration. This family’s values were completely twisted, their priorities rooted in power and status rather than loyalty or love.

Imani quickly took the chance to present her gifts to Jonathan. "Alpha Jonathan," she said, her voice sweet and respectful, "I brought you some rare coffee blends and supplements from abroad."

"Thank you, Imani," Jonathan replied, his tone warm. "Always so considerate—unlike some people, who aren’t just a burden but also come unprepared."

He glared at me, and Rohan didn’t bother defending me. Instead, he led Layne to the sofa, where she happily nibbled on spiced honey cake, her small frame a stark contrast to her father’s imposing stature.

In the Castro household, no one showed me any affection or respect. Even Jacqueline, the housekeeper and an Omega in the pack, was bold enough to snap, "Move aside, you’re blocking the way with that wheelchair!"

Rohan heard her but simply shot me a cold look. "Why are you lingering here?" he asked, his voice sharp. "Go help out in the kitchen."

Then, turning tenderly to Imani, he said, "Imani, take a break. Jacqueline will make some extra dishes for you today."

As we drove over, I had been undecided. Despite him bringing home a pup and his first mate, I had been with him for years. I was conflicted about whether to announce the rejection of our mate bond in front of his family.

But now, my mind was clear. They didn’t like me, and Rohan despised me, so why should I continue to degrade myself by staying?

I wheeled forward, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. "I, Aurelia Hamilton, reject you, Rohan Castro, Alpha of the Castro Pack, as my mate," I declared, the formal vow ringing through the room.

"This is the rejection agreement," I continued, taking the document from my bag and handing it to him.

Everyone stared at me, stunned. In their eyes, I’d always been the clingy one who would never dare to leave the Alpha. But now, I was breaking free, and the weight of their judgment couldn’t touch me.