I Rejected My Ruthless Alpha

I clutched the pack reports to my chest as I stepped into Maximus's private office. The room smelled of him—pine and winter frost, a scent that once made my heart race with longing. Now it just reminded me of how cold he'd become.

The door clicked shut behind me. I'd only meant to drop off the documents and leave, but his laptop sat open on the mahogany desk. A small black drive peeked out from beneath a stack of papers.

Something compelled me forward. Perhaps it was the Moon Goddess herself, tired of watching me suffer in ignorance.

I slid into his leather chair, my fingers trembling as I touched the keyboard. The screen brightened, revealing a password prompt. I tried our anniversary date—a desperate hope that some part of him still honored what we once had.

Access denied.

His mother's birthday? The pack's founding date?

Then, on a whim, I typed in Camille's birthday.

The drive unlocked.

My stomach twisted as I clicked through folders labeled by date. Each one contained hundreds of photos—intimate moments captured in high definition. Camille laughing in a silk robe. Maximus's hands tangled in her hair. Their bodies pressed together in ways that made my wolf whimper in betrayal.

Nearly two thousand photos. Years of documentation. A parallel life lived right under my nose.

"Luna Olivia."

His voice sliced through the room like a blade of ice. I hadn't heard him enter.

Maximus stood in the doorway, his massive frame blocking the exit. His eyes—those silver eyes I'd once believed held love for me—narrowed as he took in the scene.

"You shouldn't be in here," he said, his voice dangerously soft.

I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. The photos burned on the screen behind me, evidence of his betrayal glowing like a neon sign.

"Two thousand photos, Maximus." My voice cracked. "Two thousand."

He crossed the room in three long strides, his Alpha aura expanding to fill the space between us. It pressed against my skin like a physical weight, pinning me to the chair.

"You had no right," he growled, but there was no shame in his eyes. Only anger that I'd discovered his secret.

I watched as he leaned down and deleted the entire folder with a few keystrokes. Years of memories vanished before my eyes.

"Stop it," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "Just stop lying to me."

"I'm protecting you," he said coldly.

"Protecting me?" I laughed, a hollow sound that echoed in the sterile office. "I'm your mate, Maximus. Your Luna. And you've been—" I couldn't finish the sentence.

"And you want what, exactly?" He straightened, towering over me. "To end this? To reject our bond?"

"Yes," I whispered, the word barely audible. "Please."

Something flickered in his eyes—not compassion, but fury. His Alpha aura surged, crushing against my chest until I gasped for air.

"Between us, there is only death, never a rejection."

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Hours later, I collapsed in the hallway outside our bedroom. The pain had started