Rejected by the Alpha Who Feared My Heart

The night I turned eighteen, I quietly made my way to the Morrison Pack’s estate, ready to reveal my feelings to Clark Morrison, the heir to the Alpha. The air was thick with the scent of pine and moonlight, the kind of night that made my wolf stir faintly, though I could never fully shift. My heart condition had always been a barrier, a weakness that Clark had used as an excuse to keep me at arm’s length. But tonight, I was determined to claim the bond that had been promised to us since childhood.

When I arrived, Clark was nowhere to be found. I waited in his room, perched on the edge of his bed, the soft hum of the pack’s nighttime activities filtering through the walls. The hours stretched on, and still, he didn’t return. By dawn, I heard voices at the door—Clark and his friend, Phillip, a Delta in the pack. Their laughter echoed down the hall, sharp and careless.

“Kamila’s finally eighteen,” Phillip said, his tone teasing. “No more excuses, huh? So why’d you end up with Nadia last night? She’s practically the Luna heir. That’s bold, even for you.”

Clark’s laugh was easy, dismissive. “Kamila’s fragile. Her heart—it’s not like she could handle a real bond. Maybe in a few years, when she’s stronger. But Nadia? She’s different. She’s... untouchable.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. My wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind, a sound of pain I couldn’t suppress. For eighteen years, Clark had treated me with care, but it wasn’t love—it was pity. And now, he’d spent the night with Nadia Vargas, the golden girl of the pack, the one everyone whispered would be Luna one day.

Three months ago, on Clark’s birthday, we’d shared a moment I thought was real. He’d kissed me on the couch, his hands trembling as they traced my jawline. I’d reached for him, desperate to close the distance, but he’d stopped me. “Kamila,” he’d said, his voice gentle but firm, “you’re not ready. When we bond, it has to mean something. It’s not just about us—it’s about the pack.”

And now, here he was, talking about Nadia like she was the one who mattered. Like I was nothing more than a burden.

Their voices grew louder as they approached the room. I burrowed into the blanket on Clark’s bed, my face burning with shame. The scent of his sheets, usually comforting, now felt suffocating.

Suddenly, Clark’s phone rang. “It’s Nadia,” he said, his voice sharp with concern. “She’s bleeding a bit. I need to go check on her. Sorry, Phillip, no training today. Let’s reschedule for tomorrow.”

“Bleeding?” Phillip’s laugh was incredulous. “You really went all out last night, huh? Must’ve been wild.”

Clark chuckled, the sound low and self-satisfied. “It was only supposed to be twice, but she wouldn’t let me go. Kept me up all night. Good thing it was her, though. I’d never want to see Kamila in that