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Story: The Rejected Alpha
Meanwhile, Maverick marked Stella because she was the only she-wolf by his side. However, he never held a mating ceremony and did not recognise Stella’s status.
Nobody served as his pack’s Luna.
Maverick blamed my departure solely on Stella. He despised Stella bitterly, forcing her to perform the most difficult and lowest-ranking tasks in the pack and forbidding her from leaving.
Without Luna’s leadership, the pack’s internal affairs devolved into chaos, and fights frequently broke out as a result of unfair resource distribution.
In the end, everyone directed their resentment at Stella.
When I heard about it, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of emotions.
I saw Stella again ten years later.
The Silver Wolf pack had helped Asher and me establish a new pack. Asher, now Alpha, had fully taken over the pack’s management, and I was finally free to travel.
Stella was picking fruit on the road when I came across her. Her cheeks were pale and gaunt, and her bones were clearly visible. Her clothes were filthy and dishevelled, in stark contrast to the polished and graceful she-wolf she had once been.
When she saw me, she turned and ran, not wanting me to see her in such a bad state. I grabbed the fruit basket she had left behind and ran after her.
“How are you going to explain your fruit basket if you don’t take it back?” I asked.
I handed her the basket. Inside were not only the fruits she had picked, but also some money.
“Maybe you should go to the hospital and get checked,” I suggested.
Stella was frighteningly thin and clearly needed medical attention. She touched the money in the basket, her face dazed.
It reminded me of the last time she gave me money.
Who would have thought ten years ago that two romantic rivals could stand together and talk calmly like this?
She choked up while speaking. “Take it back. This money will be confiscated the moment I return to the pack.”
Stella’s face produced large teardrops, which fell to the ground.
Honestly, I had never hated her; after all, we were both victims. And Maverick, the true abuser, was still doing well.
“Violet, I’m sorry. I don’t even know if I’ll live to see you again. I want to apologise for how ignorant and cruel I once was.”
“You’re not the one who needs to apologise to me. You were just another victim too.”
Did Maverick truly believe that blaming everything on another she-wolf made him innocent?
I shook my head in resignation before turning to leave.
I didn’t notice the sudden flash of cold fierceness in Stella’s lifted gaze.
The following morning, my Beta sent me a message. I received the most satisfying news I had heard in ten years. “Alpha Maverick was poisoned to death by Stella!”
Nobody served as his pack’s Luna.
Maverick blamed my departure solely on Stella. He despised Stella bitterly, forcing her to perform the most difficult and lowest-ranking tasks in the pack and forbidding her from leaving.
Without Luna’s leadership, the pack’s internal affairs devolved into chaos, and fights frequently broke out as a result of unfair resource distribution.
In the end, everyone directed their resentment at Stella.
When I heard about it, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of emotions.
I saw Stella again ten years later.
The Silver Wolf pack had helped Asher and me establish a new pack. Asher, now Alpha, had fully taken over the pack’s management, and I was finally free to travel.
Stella was picking fruit on the road when I came across her. Her cheeks were pale and gaunt, and her bones were clearly visible. Her clothes were filthy and dishevelled, in stark contrast to the polished and graceful she-wolf she had once been.
When she saw me, she turned and ran, not wanting me to see her in such a bad state. I grabbed the fruit basket she had left behind and ran after her.
“How are you going to explain your fruit basket if you don’t take it back?” I asked.
I handed her the basket. Inside were not only the fruits she had picked, but also some money.
“Maybe you should go to the hospital and get checked,” I suggested.
Stella was frighteningly thin and clearly needed medical attention. She touched the money in the basket, her face dazed.
It reminded me of the last time she gave me money.
Who would have thought ten years ago that two romantic rivals could stand together and talk calmly like this?
She choked up while speaking. “Take it back. This money will be confiscated the moment I return to the pack.”
Stella’s face produced large teardrops, which fell to the ground.
Honestly, I had never hated her; after all, we were both victims. And Maverick, the true abuser, was still doing well.
“Violet, I’m sorry. I don’t even know if I’ll live to see you again. I want to apologise for how ignorant and cruel I once was.”
“You’re not the one who needs to apologise to me. You were just another victim too.”
Did Maverick truly believe that blaming everything on another she-wolf made him innocent?
I shook my head in resignation before turning to leave.
I didn’t notice the sudden flash of cold fierceness in Stella’s lifted gaze.
The following morning, my Beta sent me a message. I received the most satisfying news I had heard in ten years. “Alpha Maverick was poisoned to death by Stella!”