Rejected Mate's Strategic Comeback

The Northern Ridge Pack representative finally signed the alliance agreement with a satisfied nod. I suppressed a yawn as I tucked the document into my folder, my eyes burning from staring at territorial maps for the past twenty-four hours straight.

"That concludes our business, Ms. Hawkins," he said, rising from his chair. "Your strategic approach to the shared hunting grounds is... impressive."

I smiled professionally despite the fatigue pulling at my limbs. "Thank you. The Silver Moon Pack values strong alliances."

"And you've secured two of them in one day." He whistled low. "I'll be honest—when Alpha Kane mentioned his Beta would handle negotiations, I was skeptical. I'm not anymore."

Pride warmed my chest as I escorted him to the door. Two major alliances in twenty-four hours. Not bad for someone who'd been systematically underestimated since joining this pack.

I glanced at my watch—4:47 AM. The Mountain Crest Pack representative would arrive in an hour for our final meeting. I had just enough time to review my notes and catch a quick coffee.

"You need to rest," my wolf, Nova, whispered in my mind.

"We both know I can't," I replied silently. "Not until we've secured both alliances."

The second negotiation went even smoother than the first. By mid-morning, I'd successfully expanded our pack's influence by nearly thirty percent. Nova howled with satisfaction inside me as I filed the final documents.

"Time for training," I reminded myself, grabbing my gym bag. Mandatory pack training started at noon—attendance required regardless of work hours. Kane's new regulations had been implemented three months ago, courtesy of Marley's "innovative" approach to pack discipline.

The training field buzzed with activity when I arrived. I'd missed the warm-up but slipped into formation beside Ryan, the Gamma.

"Nice of you to join us," he muttered with a sympathetic smile. "Rough night?"

"Productive," I corrected, straightening as Kane entered the field with Marley trailing behind him like a shadow.

Two hours into the grueling training session, my legs trembled with exhaustion. The lack of sleep was catching up with me. When Kane called for water breaks, I gratefully collapsed onto the bench, chugging down fluids and trying to steady my breathing.

"Eleven minutes," Marley's voice cut through the chatter as she approached the training area. "That's one minute over the regulated break time."

I checked my watch—she was right. I'd lost track of time.

"I'm sorry," I said, rising quickly. "I'll get back to—"

"Not good enough," Marley interrupted, her voice carrying across the field. Several pack members paused their exercises to watch. "Rules are rules. Especially for Betas who should be setting examples."

Kane stepped forward, his expression unreadable. "What happened?"

"Blair took an unauthorized extended break," Marley reported, her tone dripping with false concern. "This kind of insubordination undermines pack discipline."

I stared at her in disbelief. "It was one minute."

"One minute too many," Kane said, his Alpha tone vibrating through the air. "Complete twenty additional laps. Now."

The field fell silent. Everyone knew I'd