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Story: The Rejected Alpha
Beta Cooper gave her a disapproving look and continued to question the healer. “How long will it take for his memories to return?
“It’s uncertain-could be as soon as tomorrow, or it might take five to six months for the wolfsbane to be fully metabolised.”
Stella lost her temper again when she heard that their mating ceremony was only two months away. Her pregnancy was obvious, and if the ceremony didn’t take place before the pup’s birth, she wouldn’t be the Luna, even if she gave birth to an Alpha pup.
“You have to cure him before the wedding!” Otherwise, you’ll lose your job!” Stella screamed.
Stella was about to become Maverick’s new Luna, so offending her meant instant exile.
There is a way! We can use past experiences to stimulate the Alpha’s brain and aid in his memory recovery.”
Maverick’s memory was trapped 15 years in the past; if they could help him recall those events, his memory could be restored.
Stella went silent.
15 years ago, I was Maverick’s only supporter.
Meanwhile, I was in the ward watching Maverick and Asher play with toys designed for wolf pups.
Maverick had learnt from Beta Cooper that I already had a puppy, so he asked me to bring Asher over.
“Violet! Look! Our dog is so smart!”He exclaimed.
Maverick supported the structure they had constructed; two pairs of similar-looking eyes stared at me brightly, full of anticipation.
It had been five years since I’d witnessed such an intimate moment between father and son.
Maverick had been isolated in the pack since childhood due to his unique status; he had no playmates or toys, and now that he was in his twenties, he was even more excited to play than Asher.
There was a knock at the door, and the healer, sweating nervously, invited me to come discuss the treatment plan.
“If you help Maverick recover his memory, I’ll let your puppy be the next Beta,” Stella boasted.
Her lofty demeanour made it appear as if she were bestowing a favour by determining my pup’s future; she even had the audacity to suggest that Asher, with Alpha blood, could serve as her pup’s Beta.
These two wolves were a perfect match.
I recall three years ago, when Maverick first mentioned breaking our mate bond, he used the same patronising tone and said, “Asher is my pup too. Even if I break our mate bond, I’ll make him the pack’s Beta.
Our pup, Asher, should have been the Alpha’s heir, but Maverick forgot who had stayed by his side when he was exiled, who had taken him in, and who had helped him build this pack.
Beta Cooper’s expression darkened behind Stella; just one sentence from her had taken away his own pup’s chance to inherit the Beta position.
“It’s uncertain-could be as soon as tomorrow, or it might take five to six months for the wolfsbane to be fully metabolised.”
Stella lost her temper again when she heard that their mating ceremony was only two months away. Her pregnancy was obvious, and if the ceremony didn’t take place before the pup’s birth, she wouldn’t be the Luna, even if she gave birth to an Alpha pup.
“You have to cure him before the wedding!” Otherwise, you’ll lose your job!” Stella screamed.
Stella was about to become Maverick’s new Luna, so offending her meant instant exile.
There is a way! We can use past experiences to stimulate the Alpha’s brain and aid in his memory recovery.”
Maverick’s memory was trapped 15 years in the past; if they could help him recall those events, his memory could be restored.
Stella went silent.
15 years ago, I was Maverick’s only supporter.
Meanwhile, I was in the ward watching Maverick and Asher play with toys designed for wolf pups.
Maverick had learnt from Beta Cooper that I already had a puppy, so he asked me to bring Asher over.
“Violet! Look! Our dog is so smart!”He exclaimed.
Maverick supported the structure they had constructed; two pairs of similar-looking eyes stared at me brightly, full of anticipation.
It had been five years since I’d witnessed such an intimate moment between father and son.
Maverick had been isolated in the pack since childhood due to his unique status; he had no playmates or toys, and now that he was in his twenties, he was even more excited to play than Asher.
There was a knock at the door, and the healer, sweating nervously, invited me to come discuss the treatment plan.
“If you help Maverick recover his memory, I’ll let your puppy be the next Beta,” Stella boasted.
Her lofty demeanour made it appear as if she were bestowing a favour by determining my pup’s future; she even had the audacity to suggest that Asher, with Alpha blood, could serve as her pup’s Beta.
These two wolves were a perfect match.
I recall three years ago, when Maverick first mentioned breaking our mate bond, he used the same patronising tone and said, “Asher is my pup too. Even if I break our mate bond, I’ll make him the pack’s Beta.
Our pup, Asher, should have been the Alpha’s heir, but Maverick forgot who had stayed by his side when he was exiled, who had taken him in, and who had helped him build this pack.
Beta Cooper’s expression darkened behind Stella; just one sentence from her had taken away his own pup’s chance to inherit the Beta position.