Rejected by My Fated Alpha

The day the Silver Moon Pack’s stock value soared, Caleb Jensen, the Alpha, stood before the pack and announced his engagement to Vera Wheeler, a Delta in the pack. I, the former Luna who had stood by his side for four years, watched as he stepped onto the stage in the grand hall, his Alpha aura commanding the room.

“The success of our pack today is largely due to Vera’s unwavering support,” he declared, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. “Thank you all for your trust, and moving forward, Vera and I will lead this pack together.”

The room erupted in applause, the pack members showering them with congratulations. I stood at the back, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. Four years of loyalty, of standing by him as his mate, and it was finally time to let go.

When I returned to my quarters, I made a call. “I can’t believe you agreed so quickly,” Sullivan Ross, the Gamma of the Crimson Fang Pack, said eagerly. “Once you join us, I’ll ensure you have the best conditions in our territory.”

“Sullivan,” I replied, my voice steady, “I’ll be there as soon as I finish things here.” Just as I hung up, Caleb walked in, his presence filling the room with his Alpha aura.

“Who were you talking to?” he demanded, his tone sharp.

“There were some issues in the training grounds that needed sorting out,” I lied smoothly, my years as Luna teaching me how to mask my emotions. He placed his ceremonial cloak on the chair, and I noticed the silver ring on his finger—a gift from Vera during the announcement. In our four years as mates, Caleb had never worn the mark of our bond, claiming it interfered with his Alpha duties. Yet here he was, flaunting Vera’s token without hesitation.

“Why did you leave the gathering early? The pack had questions, and your absence left me to handle everything alone,” he accused, his voice tinged with irritation.

“You seemed to manage just fine on your own, Alpha,” I replied coolly, my tone respectful but distant. “Surely, you didn’t need my assistance.”

Caleb’s expression flickered with guilt at the mention of the gathering. “Announcing the engagement strengthens the pack’s unity. We need to secure alliances, and this move will draw more support. You understand, don’t you?”

I didn’t argue. A month ago, neighboring packs had already approached Caleb about forming alliances, and now he was using the pack’s future as an excuse. He knew this was my idea, and he assumed I wouldn’t challenge him.

Thinking I was upset, Caleb sat on the edge of the bed, the faint scent of rosemary—a fragrance I’d only ever associated with Vera—lingering on him. I glanced at him, noticing the smudge of lipstick on his collar. Guilt flashed across his face, and he adjusted his shirt.

“These are the alliance proposals from tonight’s gathering,” he said, placing a stack of papers on the