Rejecting My Fated Alpha

In my past life, Wylder Mason, a former healer, agreed to mate with me to repay my father, Eugene Cook, for saving his life. But on the day of our mark ceremony, his childhood friend Natasha Perry attempted to take her own life by jumping into the river.

Wylder didn’t say a word about it. Instead, he became more affectionate, obedient even. My father was pleased and used his influence to help Wylder rise through the ranks of the Silver Moon Pack. The night Wylder was appointed Beta, I discovered I was pregnant. But before I could share the news with him, my entire family—all 123 members of the Cook household—were slaughtered.

My father and brother’s heads were displayed on the pack’s borders as a warning. Wylder himself tore into me with his claws, killing both me and our unborn child. As my consciousness faded, he screamed at me, his voice filled with rage.

“If it weren’t for your family forcing me into this bond, Natasha would never have tried to kill herself! Emiliana, this is what your family deserves! You all had to die!”

I lay in a pool of my own blood, watching him desecrate the bodies of my loved ones. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my father proposed the mate bond between us.

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“My daughter has admired you for some time, Alpha Mason. Would you consider taking her as your mate?”

My father’s words echoed in my ears, and I jolted awake, my surroundings painfully familiar. A dull ache in my abdomen reminded me of the wound that had ended my life. Had I… gone back in time? To the day my father saved Wylder?

Tears streamed down my face as I recalled the pain—both physical and emotional. My grandfather had been a legendary warrior, and my father and brother were renowned Gammas in the Silver Moon Pack. Our family’s reputation was impeccable, and suitors had lined up for me since my Come of Age Ceremony.

But the moment I caught Wylder’s scent, I was captivated. He stood there, calm and composed, a former healer who had turned rogue. His aura was nothing like the warriors I had grown up with, and that drew me in. To repay my father’s kindness, he agreed to become my mate, though he always seemed distant, indifferent.

I, on the other hand, lowered myself to please him, only to be met with coldness. In my frustration, I declared I would have no one else. My father and brother, out of love for me, swallowed their pride and approached Wylder, a lowly healer, with the proposal. Looking back, I wished I could slap my past self for my naivety.

I thought he was indifferent to power, but when my father offered to help him rise through the pack’s ranks, he accepted without hesitation. His mother’s dowry for me was nothing but a few baskets of eggs and some tattered cloth. Knowing his family was