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Story: The Rejected Alpha
“No way!” You must be mistaken—I’ve loved you for so long, how could I be with another she-wolf?” he exclaimed in disbelief.
When I saw his agitated expression, tears started streaming down my cheeks, and I realised I’d made a fool of myself yet again.
Maverick frantically wiped my tears and held my hand, repeatedly expressing his feelings, which caused my tears to flow even more uncontrollably.
The Maverick in front of me was still the same one who had sworn under the full moon to make me his Luna.
His pack had grown stronger, and I had transformed into Luna, but he no longer loved me.
The next day, I arrived at the cabin without Maverick.
Every vase in the cabin was full of fresh roses, which used to be my favourite flower.
Maverick had been exiled from the pack for years and had nothing to his name, but every morning he would pick fresh roses to greet me at the cabin.
When Maverick saw me arrive, he exclaimed, “Violet, look what I brought you.”
I walked into the cabin and found Stella standing behind me, her eyes red-rimmed, staring at Maverick with grief, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her tailored clothes highlighting her protruding belly.
He slammed the door in Stella’s face, then sat across from me, breathing heavily.
“Why did you bring her here?””He demanded.
“She has something she wants to say to you,” I told her.
“I’ve got nothing to say to her!”
Maverick glared at me, panting, clearly enraged.
I remained silent and did not respond.
When Maverick returned yesterday, he asked his Beta about what had happened in the last decade, and when he learnt about Stella, he immediately denied any intention of having a mating ceremony with her.
He even found the moonstone brooch I had given him and began wearing it whenever he went out.
Stella found out and approached me this morning, asking to accompany me to the cabin.
Of course, I agreed—after all, Stella was my boss now.
Stella sat on the grass outside the cabin, sunlight filtering through the forest and casting a glow on her face that almost appeared to glow.
I had to admit she was truly beautiful, especially the way she silently cried in the sunlight, which reminded me of myself 20 years ago.
“Violet! Look! I picked all of these roses this morning. Do you like them?” Maverick enquired excitedly.
“Sorry, but I don’t like roses anymore.”
I stopped liking roses after I found out about Maverick’s cheating.
His father, the pack’s Alpha, had seduced Maverick’s mother, had her bear his child, and then told her he’d already had a Luna. After returning them to the pack, he completely ignored them.
Maverick and his mother were left to face bullying within the pack.
When I saw his agitated expression, tears started streaming down my cheeks, and I realised I’d made a fool of myself yet again.
Maverick frantically wiped my tears and held my hand, repeatedly expressing his feelings, which caused my tears to flow even more uncontrollably.
The Maverick in front of me was still the same one who had sworn under the full moon to make me his Luna.
His pack had grown stronger, and I had transformed into Luna, but he no longer loved me.
The next day, I arrived at the cabin without Maverick.
Every vase in the cabin was full of fresh roses, which used to be my favourite flower.
Maverick had been exiled from the pack for years and had nothing to his name, but every morning he would pick fresh roses to greet me at the cabin.
When Maverick saw me arrive, he exclaimed, “Violet, look what I brought you.”
I walked into the cabin and found Stella standing behind me, her eyes red-rimmed, staring at Maverick with grief, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her tailored clothes highlighting her protruding belly.
He slammed the door in Stella’s face, then sat across from me, breathing heavily.
“Why did you bring her here?””He demanded.
“She has something she wants to say to you,” I told her.
“I’ve got nothing to say to her!”
Maverick glared at me, panting, clearly enraged.
I remained silent and did not respond.
When Maverick returned yesterday, he asked his Beta about what had happened in the last decade, and when he learnt about Stella, he immediately denied any intention of having a mating ceremony with her.
He even found the moonstone brooch I had given him and began wearing it whenever he went out.
Stella found out and approached me this morning, asking to accompany me to the cabin.
Of course, I agreed—after all, Stella was my boss now.
Stella sat on the grass outside the cabin, sunlight filtering through the forest and casting a glow on her face that almost appeared to glow.
I had to admit she was truly beautiful, especially the way she silently cried in the sunlight, which reminded me of myself 20 years ago.
“Violet! Look! I picked all of these roses this morning. Do you like them?” Maverick enquired excitedly.
“Sorry, but I don’t like roses anymore.”
I stopped liking roses after I found out about Maverick’s cheating.
His father, the pack’s Alpha, had seduced Maverick’s mother, had her bear his child, and then told her he’d already had a Luna. After returning them to the pack, he completely ignored them.
Maverick and his mother were left to face bullying within the pack.