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Story: The Rejected Alpha
After ten years of marriage, my Alpha fell in love with an Omega and impregnated her with an heir. Heartbroken, I proposed rejecting him, but he had an accident and lost his memory, returning to the year he loved me the most.
The room was packed with luggage; once the mate bond was broken, I planned to leave the pack.
After getting Asher Taylor to sleep, I sat alone in the living room, waiting for Maverick Taylor.
However, when the agreed-upon time arrived, he did not return.
“Luna, Alpha Maverick was attacked by several Rogues in the forest and is currently unconscious,” Beta Cooper Whiting informed me. “What? Where is he?
Shocked, I dashed out the door with Beta Cooper. Maverick had not been attacked since the pack stabilised.
I couldn’t care less about breaking the mate bond and dashed into the forest with Beta Cooper.
The pack of werewolves had already gathered around Maverick.
Stella was holding him and crying uncontrollably. Her bulging stomach was clearly visible.
“Why hasn’t Alpha Maverick woken up yet?” she cried.
I found the healer and anxiously enquired about the treatment outcome.
“Alpha Maverick was injected with a large amount of wolfsbane. Although the antidote has been administered, the dose was too high, so he has not regained consciousness yet,” the doctor told me.
“You quack! The antidote was administered long ago, and Maverick is still not awake. There must be something wrong with the medicine!” Stella looked up and yelled at the healer, her face filled with panic.
Maverick had promised to hold a mating ceremony with her in two months, and today’s sudden attack confirmed that we had not broken our mate bond. If he did not wake up, Asher, who had Alpha blood, would inherit the pack directly.
I ignored Stella’s frantic questions and went to ask the Betas about the unexpected attack.
“Were all the Rogues who ambushed the Alpha captured? How did they get into the pack?” I requested an answer.
“Five wolves were captured. They climbed up from the unguarded cliff on the northern side.”
The cliff on the northern side was steep, and one wrong step could send you falling into the abyss. “Why did they attack the Alpha?” I asked.
Beta Cooper leaned in and whispered, “Alpha Maverick wiped out a small neighbouring pack last month. These are wolves from the Storm pack.”
In recent years, Maverick has aggressively expanded his territory with ruthless tactics, seizing many resources from my original pack, which has made me increasingly disillusioned.
Stella burst out, “Maverick, you’re finally awake!” just as I was about to turn and leave.
He lay in Stella’s arms, confused as he looked around at the people. He struggled to sit up and asked, “Who are you?” When he turned to face me, his eyes lit up instantly. “Violet Brown!”
Maverick was then transported back to the hospital for further examination.
“The excessive dosage of wolfsbane has damaged Alpha Maverick’s brain and nerves, causing temporary amnesia. His memory has regressed to 15 years ago,” said one of the healers.
“What? Can his memory come back?” Stella enquired, her face irritated.
“It can. There’s still a small amount of wolfsbane in the Alpha’s system; once it’s fully metabolised, his memory will return.” Stella let out a sigh of relief. Anything was acceptable as long as it did not disrupt their mating ceremony.
The room was packed with luggage; once the mate bond was broken, I planned to leave the pack.
After getting Asher Taylor to sleep, I sat alone in the living room, waiting for Maverick Taylor.
However, when the agreed-upon time arrived, he did not return.
“Luna, Alpha Maverick was attacked by several Rogues in the forest and is currently unconscious,” Beta Cooper Whiting informed me. “What? Where is he?
Shocked, I dashed out the door with Beta Cooper. Maverick had not been attacked since the pack stabilised.
I couldn’t care less about breaking the mate bond and dashed into the forest with Beta Cooper.
The pack of werewolves had already gathered around Maverick.
Stella was holding him and crying uncontrollably. Her bulging stomach was clearly visible.
“Why hasn’t Alpha Maverick woken up yet?” she cried.
I found the healer and anxiously enquired about the treatment outcome.
“Alpha Maverick was injected with a large amount of wolfsbane. Although the antidote has been administered, the dose was too high, so he has not regained consciousness yet,” the doctor told me.
“You quack! The antidote was administered long ago, and Maverick is still not awake. There must be something wrong with the medicine!” Stella looked up and yelled at the healer, her face filled with panic.
Maverick had promised to hold a mating ceremony with her in two months, and today’s sudden attack confirmed that we had not broken our mate bond. If he did not wake up, Asher, who had Alpha blood, would inherit the pack directly.
I ignored Stella’s frantic questions and went to ask the Betas about the unexpected attack.
“Were all the Rogues who ambushed the Alpha captured? How did they get into the pack?” I requested an answer.
“Five wolves were captured. They climbed up from the unguarded cliff on the northern side.”
The cliff on the northern side was steep, and one wrong step could send you falling into the abyss. “Why did they attack the Alpha?” I asked.
Beta Cooper leaned in and whispered, “Alpha Maverick wiped out a small neighbouring pack last month. These are wolves from the Storm pack.”
In recent years, Maverick has aggressively expanded his territory with ruthless tactics, seizing many resources from my original pack, which has made me increasingly disillusioned.
Stella burst out, “Maverick, you’re finally awake!” just as I was about to turn and leave.
He lay in Stella’s arms, confused as he looked around at the people. He struggled to sit up and asked, “Who are you?” When he turned to face me, his eyes lit up instantly. “Violet Brown!”
Maverick was then transported back to the hospital for further examination.
“The excessive dosage of wolfsbane has damaged Alpha Maverick’s brain and nerves, causing temporary amnesia. His memory has regressed to 15 years ago,” said one of the healers.
“What? Can his memory come back?” Stella enquired, her face irritated.
“It can. There’s still a small amount of wolfsbane in the Alpha’s system; once it’s fully metabolised, his memory will return.” Stella let out a sigh of relief. Anything was acceptable as long as it did not disrupt their mating ceremony.