Rejected by My Fated Alpha

After I received an offer to join the prestigious Reed Pack as a Healer, Magdalena Mills, the formidable Luna of the Mills Pack, personally came to break up my relationship with Jalen.

"Here’s a million dollars," she said, her Alpha tone laced with disdain. "Take it and leave Alpha Jalen alone. An Omega like you could never be the Luna of the Mills Pack."

I thought my love with Jalen was as unshakable as the bond the Moon Goddess had forged between us. So I tossed the check back at her, my voice steady despite the tremor in my heart. "I won’t be bought, Luna Mills."

On our seventh anniversary, I secretly tried on the diamond ring I found in Jalen’s pocket, my wolf whimpering with quiet joy. The ring was a symbol of the mate bond, the promise of forever.

The next moment, his phone chimed.

"Alpha Jalen, you mixed up the rings. The one engraved with 'S' is mine, and 'C' is yours!"

My breath caught. I glanced at the inner band of the ring and saw the letter 'S' etched into the metal. My wolf howled in anguish as my heart plummeted into an abyss.

On the day of Jalen’s marking ceremony, I suffered a severe hemorrhage that left me fighting for my life. Heartbroken and humiliated, I left the Mills Pack territory, retreating to a small pack in Austria to rebuild my shattered life.

Three years later, Jalen, now the Alpha of the Mills Pack, tracked me down. His once commanding aura was dimmed, his voice tinged with desperation.

"Dahlia," he said, his Alpha tone softer than I’d ever heard it. "Could you ever love me again?"

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On our seventh anniversary, Jalen and I enjoyed a quiet evening at a secluded bed-and-breakfast in the heart of the Mills Pack territory. When he excused himself to the restroom, he casually tossed his coat to me.

Curious, I reached into the pocket and found a velvet box. My wolf stirred in anticipation as I opened it, revealing a five-carat diamond ring—a symbol of eternal love and the mate bond.

Elated, I slipped it onto my finger. It was slightly loose, but the weight of it felt like a promise. I carefully returned it to the box, my heart racing with the thought of the surprise Jalen had planned.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a message. Against my better judgment, I opened it.

"Alpha Jalen, you mixed up the rings. The one engraved with 'S' is mine, and 'C' is yours! If you’re free tonight, bring it to me."

My stomach churned. I flipped the ring over and saw the letter 'S' engraved inside. My wolf let out a low whine, the pain of betrayal slicing through me.

When Jalen returned, I forced a smile, pretending nothing was wrong. He pulled another box from his jacket pocket, his Alpha aura radiating confidence.

"Dahlia," he said, his voice warm, "today is our seventh anniversary. Thank you for standing