Rejected Alpha Mate

The familiar scent of pine and earth greeted me as I approached the Moonstone Pack house, my heart hammering against my ribs with nervous excitement. Tonight was supposed to be our night—Jordan's and mine. After seven years of waiting, of being his chosen mate in the shadows, he had finally promised to make it official.

I clutched the garment bag closer to my chest, feeling the silk of the dress my grandmother and I had spent weeks selecting. It was midnight blue, the color of the moon at its darkest phase, with delicate silver embroidery that caught the light like stars. Grandmother had insisted on adding the family pendant to complete the look—a small silver wolf that had been passed down through generations of Patterson women.

"Tonight, you'll finally get the recognition you deserve," I whispered to myself, repeating Grandmother's encouraging words from earlier.

But as I rounded the corner toward the main entrance, my steps faltered. The entire pack house was ablaze with lights, decorated with white roses and silver ribbons that caught the evening breeze. My breath caught in my throat. Jordan had gone all out for our ceremony—it was more elaborate than I had ever imagined.

Pack members streamed past me in formal attire, their excited chatter filling the air. I recognized many faces—wolves I had served alongside during pack duties, though most barely acknowledged my presence. Tonight would be different. Tonight, I would stand beside Jordan as his equal.

I hurried toward the side entrance, planning to slip inside and find Jordan before the ceremony began. But as I reached for the door handle, fragments of conversation drifted through the open windows.

"...can't believe Alpha Jordan finally found his fated mate..."

"...Kimber looks absolutely radiant in that dress..."

"...about time he settled down with someone from a proper bloodline..."

The words hit me like ice water. Fated mate? Kimber?

My hands trembling, I pressed myself against the wall and peered through the window. The great hall was packed with pack members, all facing the raised platform where ceremonies were conducted. And there, in the center of it all, stood Jordan in his formal Alpha attire—the same black suit he had described to me weeks ago when we discussed our mating ceremony.

But he wasn't alone.

Kimber Woods stood beside him in a stunning white gown that seemed to glow under the ceremonial lights. Her blonde hair was crowned with a silver circlet, and her smile was radiant as she gazed up at Jordan with adoration. The same look I had given him countless times over the past seven years.

"Brothers and sisters of the Moonstone Pack," Jordan's voice boomed through the hall, commanding and proud. "Tonight, we celebrate not just the discovery of my fated mate, but the beginning of a new era for our pack."

The crowd erupted in cheers and howls of approval. I watched, frozen in horror, as Jordan took Kimber's hand and raised it high.

"Kimber Woods has been chosen by the