Rejected by the Rogue Alpha Mate

The northern border erupted in chaos as Moon Shadow rogues poured through the treeline like a black tide. My wolf's instincts kicked in immediately, tracking their scent patterns as they scattered across our territory in coordinated waves.

"Three coming from the east ridge!" I called out to Marcus Grey, our Gamma, as I ducked behind a fallen log. The metallic scent of blood already stained the air, mixing with the acrid smell of rogue desperation. These weren't random attacks—they knew our patrol routes.

I pressed my back against the rough bark, listening to paws thundering past my position. My tracking abilities painted a clear picture: six rogues had split into pairs, trying to flank our main defensive line. If they succeeded, they'd reach the pack house within minutes.

My muscles coiled as I prepared to intercept the eastern group. Three against one weren't ideal odds, but I'd faced worse during my early tracking days. The incomplete mate bond with Jeremy should have given me backup—he should sense when I needed him.

"Jeremy," I called through our fragile connection, my voice tight with urgency. "Northern ridge, three hostiles closing on my position. Need immediate support."

Silence.

The first rogue burst from the undergrowth, his yellow eyes fixed on me with predatory hunger. I rolled left, barely avoiding his snapping jaws, and came up in a fighting crouch. Where was Jeremy?

"Jeremy!" I tried again, desperation creeping into my mental call. The second rogue flanked right while the third circled behind me. My heart hammered against my ribs as I realized I was truly alone.

That's when I caught sight of him through the trees.

Jeremy was running—not toward me, but away. His powerful form cut across the battlefield with single-minded purpose, heading straight for the medical tent where Malayah was stationed. The safe zone. The place furthest from actual danger.

My world tilted. Even as claws raked across my ribs, tearing through fabric and flesh, I couldn't look away. Jeremy reached Malayah and immediately pulled her into his arms, his head turning frantically as if searching for threats that didn't exist.

The rogue's second swipe caught my shoulder, sending white-hot pain shooting down my arm. I heard the sickening pop of dislocation but couldn't process it. All I could see was my mate—my supposed mate—cradling another woman while I bled.

"Helena!" Marcus's voice cut through my shock. The Gamma appeared like an avenging angel, his massive wolf form bowling over the rogue who'd injured me. His reinforcement team swarmed the remaining attackers, driving them back into the forest.

I collapsed against a tree trunk, pressing my hand to the bleeding gashes across my ribs. Each breath sent fire through my chest, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the hollow ache spreading through my chest.

"Easy there," Marcus said, shifting back to human form and kneeling beside me. His eyes were dark with concern and something else—disappointment? "Let's get you to Dr. Brooks."

The infirmary smelled of antiseptic and healing