Rejected Mate's Silent Vow

"Maggie!" Alpha Kaizen Nguyen’s voice cut through the air, laced with panic as he scooped Maggie Mitchell into his arms. His aura, usually so commanding, was now frayed with worry.

I stood frozen, my chest tightening as I watched him carry her away, his attention entirely consumed by her. The bond between us—the mate bond he had manipulated me into—pulsed faintly, a cruel reminder of what I had once thought was real.

I returned to my office, my steps heavy, and began drafting my resignation letter. My hands trembled as I packed my belongings, the weight of humiliation pressing down on me. The pack’s whispers, their mocking stares, and the constant reminders of my Omega status had chipped away at my spirit.

Just as I was about to leave, the door slammed open, and Dexter Stewart—a Delta with a smug grin—burst in. Before I could react, he grabbed my arm, twisting it with a sickening crack.

Pain shot through me, and I cried out, tears springing to my eyes. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, a sound of shared agony.

Alpha Kaizen entered, his face hardening as he took in the scene. His gaze flicked to my arm, swollen and already bruising, but he dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

"Kenna," he said, his voice sharp, "stop being dramatic. Maggie had a heart attack, and it’s your fault. You’ll be taking care of her for the next few days. No excuses."

"But Alpha," I pleaded, clutching my injured arm, "it really hurts..."

Maggie appeared in the doorway, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders. She glanced at me, her lips curling into a faint smile. "Kenna, are you wearing blush? That shade is lovely. Alpha, you always liked this color, didn’t you?"

Alpha Kaizen’s eyes narrowed, his earlier concern vanishing.

"This isn’t blush," I tried to explain, but he cut me off with a dismissive gesture.

"Kenna, always trying to cause trouble," he said, his tone cold. "Maggie’s a Beta; she knows what she’s talking about."

Dexter stepped forward, his smirk widening. "Alpha, should I take her to the healer?"

Alpha Kaizen nodded without looking at me. "Do it."

Fear clawed at my throat as Dexter approached. "Stay away from me!" I shouted, throwing whatever I could grab at him. But my broken arm was useless, and he easily dodged my attempts.

He grabbed me, his hands rough as he tore at my clothes. Panic surged through me, and I reached for a shard from a shattered ceramic mug. With a desperate cry, I slashed my wrist, the blood spilling out in a crimson rush.

Dexter stumbled back, his face pale with shock. He fled the room, leaving me alone, my strength fading with each passing second.

The door was so close, but I couldn’t reach it. My vision blurred, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the darkness.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside, and I forced my eyes open. Alpha Kaizen rushed in, his face a mask of anger and disbelief.

"Kenna, have you lost your mind!" he barked, scooping me up.

When I woke up in the healer’s den, he was sitting by my bed, his features marked with exhaustion. His alpha aura, usually so overpowering, felt muted, but his words were still sharp.

"The healer said your arm is broken," he said, his tone softer but still laced with irritation. "Be more careful next time."

I stayed silent, my wolf growling faintly in my mind.

"Maggie wasn’t feeling well today," he continued, as if that excused everything. "She made a mistake, but it’s not her fault. How could anyone have known you’d be so careless?"

I nodded weakly, cutting him off. "Okay."

He hesitated, then took the password I offered to the pack’s shared computer, where all my designs were stored. He left the room to call Maggie, his voice urgent.

When he returned, his anger was palpable.

"No wonder you gave me the password so easily," he snapped. "You’ve already deleted all the designs!"

I stared at him, my heart sinking further. "I didn’t—"

"Enough!" he barked, his alpha tone silencing me. "I don’t want to hear it. From now on, you’re restricted to assisting me directly. Maggie will handle everything else."

I nodded again, too exhausted to argue. The bond between us, once a source of hope, now felt like a chain, dragging me deeper into despair.

As he left the room, I closed my eyes, my wolf’s faint whimper the only sound in my mind. I had once believed in him, in us. But now, all I felt was the cold weight of betrayal.