Rejected Mate's Final Stand

Jaxon brought Alayah and their child back to the Silver Fang Pack estate, his Alpha aura radiating a cold authority as he declared it was merely a mishap from seven years ago and that he now intended to "do the right thing." He leaned close to me, his towering frame casting a shadow over me, and whispered, his voice low and commanding:

"Pierce is sensitive. Just tell him Zora is adopted so he doesn’t overthink it."

"Alayah has struggled to raise Pierce on her own. I owe her a status. Soon, you’ll join me to finalize the rejection papers, but we can continue with our lives as usual."

I didn’t protest. I completed the rejection formalities, packed my suitcase, and left with my daughter, my heart heavy but resolute. Savannah, one of the pack’s Gammas, tried to convince Jaxon to reconsider, but he dismissed her concerns with a cold smirk:

"She’s in her thirties with a child from another man. Does she really think anyone else would want her once she’s left me?"

But Jaxon was unaware that my long-lost first love, Hudson Edwards, the Alpha of the Northern Frost Pack, had returned from abroad last month. He was still unmated, waiting just for me.

As I dragged my suitcase towards the door, Zora suddenly grabbed my clothing, her small hands trembling.

"Mom, are we really leaving? But... Dad finally promised he’d celebrate my birthday with me."

Her eyes were red with disappointment, and my heart ached. Seven years had passed, and Jaxon promised to celebrate her birthday only once, as a reward for agreeing to be labeled as "adopted."

Suddenly, Jaxon’s frantic voice echoed behind us, his Alpha tone sharp and commanding:

"Zora, come back!"

Excited to hear her father’s call, Zora turned back joyfully. As she did, I saw Jaxon snatch the pendant from her neck, his movements swift and decisive. Ignoring Zora’s shocked expression, he placed it around Pierce’s neck, his Alpha aura radiating approval.

Seeing this, I was furious, my own Luna authority flaring as I stepped forward:

"Jaxon, that pendant was given to Zora by your father on his deathbed; she’s the sole granddaughter of the Simpson family. You can’t—"

Before I could finish, Pierce stormed over and shoved Zora to the ground, shouting tearfully, his voice high-pitched and defiant:

"Dad, I’m the real grandson! My sister can’t take my things!"

Zora lay on the floor, her knee scraped and red, but she bit her lip in silence. As I touched her trembling hand, I recalled the card she crafted at the pack’s school for Thanksgiving, which she timidly handed to Jaxon, hopeful he would appreciate it. She had spent an entire afternoon making it, only for Jaxon to dismiss it and toss it into the trash, his Alpha tone dripping with disdain.

"This kind of thing is useless. Don’t bring it here and waste your time. You’re supposed to study at school."

Yet, he had framed and displayed Pierce’s careless scribble prominently in the