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Rejected Mate's Alpha Redemption

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Greta’s cancer treatment required seventy thousand dollars—a sum that seemed insurmountable for an Omega like Elizabeth Spencer from the Silver Moon Pack. Her mate, Jericho Medina, a Beta from the Red Fang Pack, had promised to help. He’d even resorted to odd jobs and selling plasma, or so she thought. But when Elizabeth arrived at the pack’s marketplace the next day, she found Jericho lounging with a group of high-ranking wolves, their laughter echoing through the square. One of them, a Delta from the Red Fang Pack, sneered, “Jericho, you never cease to amaze. Spending seventy thousand on a pendant for Olive is no problem, but with Elizabeth, you act like fifty bucks is a fortune.” Jericho leaned back, his muscular frame relaxed, his smirk cold. “You just don’t get it. I enjoy watching her scramble for cash, maybe even witness her reaction when her mom passes away.” Elizabeth froze, her grip tightening on the thermos of soup she’d brought for him. Her wolf stirred uneasily in her mind, a low growl of betrayal building in her chest. She hadn’t known that someone else—Alpha David Spencer of the Blue Horizon Pack—was willing to mate with her and provide half a million dollars for her mother’s treatment.

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Greta’s cancer treatment required seventy thousand dollars—a sum that seemed insurmountable for an Omega like Elizabeth Spencer from the Silver Moon Pack. Her mate, Jericho Medina, a Beta from the Red Fang Pack, had promised to help. He’d even resorted to odd jobs and selling plasma, or so she thought. But when Elizabeth arrived at the pack’s marketplace the next day, she found Jericho lounging with a group of high-ranking wolves, their laughter echoing through the square.

One of them, a Delta from the Red Fang Pack, sneered, “Jericho, you never cease to amaze. Spending seventy thousand on a pendant for Olive is no problem, but with Elizabeth, you act like fifty bucks is a fortune.”

Jericho leaned back, his muscular frame relaxed, his smirk cold. “You just don’t get it. I enjoy watching her scramble for cash, maybe even witness her reaction when her mom passes away.”

Elizabeth froze, her grip tightening on the thermos of soup she’d brought for him. Her wolf stirred uneasily in her mind, a low growl of betrayal building in her chest. She hadn’t known that someone else—Alpha David Spencer of the Blue Horizon Pack—was willing to mate with her and provide half a million dollars for her mother’s treatment. All she had to do was accept, and the ceremony would be arranged within a week.

She glanced at the man standing nearby, his presence commanding. David Spencer, the Alpha of the Blue Horizon Pack, leaned against a sleek black car, his tailored suit accentuating his broad shoulders and powerful build. His piercing gaze met hers briefly, and Elizabeth quickly looked away, her heart pounding.

Jericho’s voice cut through her thoughts. “It’s not like I genuinely care for her,” he muttered, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Parting with fifty bucks hurts, let alone seventy grand. I spend on Olive because I love her.”

Elizabeth’s body trembled, and the thermos nearly slipped from her grasp. The wolves around Jericho chuckled, their amusement sharp and mocking.

“Jericho’s quite the player,” one joked. “Imagine if she cries her eyes out when she finds out.”

“Why does it matter?” Jericho responded indifferently, flicking his cigarette onto the ground and crushing it underfoot. “She chose to be with me. It’s not like I twisted her arm.”

“True,” another agreed. “But pretending to beg and sell plasma every day must be exhausting.”

“Let her find out,” Jericho said, his tone dismissive. “I’m Jericho Medina, heir to the Medina fortune. Why should I be scared?”

Elizabeth stepped back, her chest tightening as if the weight of his words might crush her. The thermos slipped from her hand, spilling its contents onto the pavement. Today marked their two-year anniversary. She’d dressed up as an elderly woman, intending to surprise him with a homemade meal and a request to stop begging. Instead, she’d stumbled upon this heartless scene.

Tears streamed down her face as the truth sank in. What was life-saving money for her was mere petty cash for someone like Jericho.

In the distance, Jericho turned off his phone and nudged one of the wolves. “You mentioned your family has some spare cherries. Give me a box. I’ll take them to Elizabeth. Today marks our two-year anniversary.”

The other wolf laughed. “Jericho, you’re really cheap with Elizabeth, aren’t you? Anniversary gift, and you’re still freeloading from me?”

Jericho scowled. “She’s not Olive. I can’t be bothered. You have it here, so I don’t have to think of buying anything else.”

The mention of Olive, a Delta from the Red Fang Pack, was like an arrow to Elizabeth’s heart. Though she’d never met her, Jericho’s tone was enough to show how much he cherished her.

Her nails dug into her palms, and she felt her entire body trembling. For two years, she’d believed they were in this together. She worked three jobs while he begged, donated plasma, and did odd jobs. She’d thought she’d found the best mate in the world. Now she saw the love she’d thought they shared was nothing more than a cruel game to him.

Her wolf growled again, a low, angry sound in her mind. *He’s not worth it,* it whispered. *He never was.*

Elizabeth turned away, her resolve hardening. She wouldn’t let Jericho’s betrayal break her. She had a choice now—Alpha David Spencer’s offer was more than just a lifeline for her mother. It was a chance to reclaim her dignity and start anew.

As she walked away, she didn’t look back. The bond between her and Jericho, once a source of strength, now felt like a chain she was ready to break.

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