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Rejected Mate's Vengeful Rise

During our vacation in the Mediterranean, Enoch Robertson, the future Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack, received a selfie from Charlotte Perry, the Beta of the Crimson Fang Pack. In the photo, Charlotte posed in a bikini, asking Enoch to bring one back for her. Furious, I confronted him, calling her shameless and devoid of decency. Later that afternoon, a video of me showering went viral across the pack’s private networks. My heart raced as I grabbed my phone and rushed to find Enoch. I found him standing by the bathroom door with his Gamma, Hector Reynolds, and a few other pack members. Their voices carried, and I froze, listening. “Alpha Enoch, you’re really going all out this time,” Hector said with a laugh. “The pictures you shared in the group before were nothing compared to this.” “But aren’t you worried Sage might reject you when she finds out?” another pack member asked. “Even though the video only shows a side profile, anyone who knows her will recognize it’s her.” Enoch’s voice was cold and dismissive.
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Chapter 2

Before long, the screen lit up, and with a heavy heart, I pressed answer. Valerie’s worried voice came through the phone.

“Sage, you stubborn girl! Why didn’t you tell me about something this big? I just left the healer’s den and saw a message from our packmate saying there’s a viral bathroom video online, and the girl looks just like you. I was planning to mind-link you when you called me.”

Her words brought me to tears, and I sobbed uncontrollably, letting all my grievances and pain pour out.

“Alpha Enoch is unbelievable, Sage. Don’t worry, you’ve got me. Come over and see me.”

After hanging up, Goldie, the driver, handed me a tissue and asked me in a soft voice where I wanted to go. The car had been wandering aimlessly for half an hour.

Just then, Alpha Enoch’s distinctive ringtone sounded.

“Sage, where did you go? I came out of the restroom and couldn’t find you. Something came up last minute, so I changed the flight to tonight. Please come back so we can pack and head to the airport. On second thought, just tell the driver to go straight to the airport; we’ll meet there.”

I swallowed hard, fighting the lump in my throat.

“Yes, Alpha,” I replied, my voice trembling.

Once at the airport, Alpha Enoch hurried over as soon as he saw me, his imposing presence cutting through the crowd like a blade. He pulled me with him to check in for the flight, his grip firm and unyielding.

Even when we finally sat on the plane, I was still in a daze.

I’ve never seen Alpha Enoch, who usually loves to procrastinate, board so quickly, and it’s his first time packing his own luggage. Usually, I’m the one who packs while urging him to hurry up.

It wasn’t until then that Alpha Enoch realized something was wrong and looked at my red, swollen eyes, his brow furrowing slightly.

“What’s the matter, Sage?” he asked, his voice low but tinged with impatience.

I stayed silent.

With concern written all over his face, Alpha Enoch reached out as if to hug me, but I pulled away.

“Sage, what’s gotten into you now? Yes, I promised a week in the French Riviera with you before heading back, but something urgent came up, so we have to return. I’ll take you on another trip next time, okay? Can you stop being so difficult?” He seemed to notice his harsh tone and softened his voice, “Sweetie, please say something, will you? You’re making me worried.”

With a bitter smile, I opened my phone and showed him the bathroom video that had topped the trending list.

Seeing the video, a flicker of guilt passed through Alpha Enoch’s eyes, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual cool composure.

“It’s just a video, right? I’ve already asked Beta Axel to take care of it. Don’t let it get to you. To me, you’ll always be the best. Ignore what those people online are saying.”

His righteous words made my skin crawl.

I remembered their conversation in the hotel bathroom.

“Bro, the comments on Sage Woods’s bathroom video are all sleazy. She’s such a conservative girl. If she finds out her video is going viral, she’ll lose it.”

Alpha Enoch stayed silent for a while, and then Charlotte’s voice suddenly chimed in.

“Alpha Enoch, it’s my fault. I deserve Sage’s anger. You should have that video taken down. I don’t mind facing a bit of hardship as long as you two are okay.”

Upon hearing Charlotte’s teary voice, Alpha Enoch quickly comforted her.

“Charlotte, you’re too kind-hearted. If Sage dares to call you indiscreet, I’ll make sure everyone online calls her shameless. She brought this on herself, the way she talks.”

There was a time when wearing a knee-length skirt to dinner with packmates would infuriate Alpha Enoch. He thought it was too revealing and didn’t want me being seen by others.

Now, just to appease Charlotte, Alpha Enoch personally released my video for the whole world to see, allowing me to be scorned by strangers.

Our mate bond has turned into a joke, but I’m thankful it’s not too late to realize it. My wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind, her pain mirroring my own, but I pushed her voice away. I couldn’t afford to listen to her now, not when every word from Alpha Enoch felt like a betrayal.

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