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Story: The Rejected Alpha
When he mentioned our puppy, Maverick smiled cautiously.
Stella looked at us from the side, her gaze fixed.
“I still have packing duties to complete. You can give him the present yourself,” I said languidly.
Maverick’s expression darkened as he stared at me, unable to look away. “Violet, I’ve been trying to win you back for half a month. “Even the ice should be melting by now,” he sneered.
Maverick’s sudden cold tone reminded me of the man he was before the amnesia.
I shrugged indifferently: “It’s not like I asked you to.”
Maverick kicked over a stool and stormed out the cabin.
Outside the cabin window, I saw Stella wrap her arms around Maverick, refusing to let him go; Maverick lowered his head and gave her a rough, aggressive kiss.
Even though I had decided to give up, that scene pierced my heart like a blade, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my face as I staggered away from the cabin.
The two wolves, engrossed in their passionate kiss, didn’t notice I had left.
For 20 years, I had poured my heart and soul into helping Maverick realise his dream of starting his own pack.
As the Princess of the Silver Wolf pack, I gave up a comfortable life to fight alongside him in the forest.
When he was exiled and had given up on himself, I helped him gather resources and recruit supporters for his cause.
Later, we formed a pack, claimed our own territory, and expanded it.
Maverick came home less and less frequently, until one day he asked me to break our mate bond.
In 20 years, we had gone from being deeply in love to bitterly resenting each other, and we even wished the other would die.
One day, I said, “Maverick, let’s break the mate bond.”
Over the next few days, Maverick deliberately ignored me, preferring to laugh and joke with Stella.
It finally convinced me to bring up the breaking of our mate bond again.
Maverick’s smile froze, and he looked at me in disbelief. “What did you just say?”
“I said, let’s break the mate bond and go back to what you were doing before you lost your memory.”
Even though he claimed to love me 15 years ago, he continued to flirt with other she-wolves, making all of my years of love seem like a joke.
I now had enough money, and the Silver Wolf pack had returned to its former glory.
The desire to break the mate bond grew stronger each day.
Even though I initially agreed to help Maverick recover his memory, it was because I missed the version of him who had loved me 15 years ago; seeing him fall for another she-wolf right in front of me erased any remaining attachment I had.
“Impossible! What right do you have to end the mate bond with me?” Maverick snarled and went into a violent rage, destroying everything in the room while Stella screamed in terror.
He looked exactly the same as he did when he forced me to end it.
Stella looked at us from the side, her gaze fixed.
“I still have packing duties to complete. You can give him the present yourself,” I said languidly.
Maverick’s expression darkened as he stared at me, unable to look away. “Violet, I’ve been trying to win you back for half a month. “Even the ice should be melting by now,” he sneered.
Maverick’s sudden cold tone reminded me of the man he was before the amnesia.
I shrugged indifferently: “It’s not like I asked you to.”
Maverick kicked over a stool and stormed out the cabin.
Outside the cabin window, I saw Stella wrap her arms around Maverick, refusing to let him go; Maverick lowered his head and gave her a rough, aggressive kiss.
Even though I had decided to give up, that scene pierced my heart like a blade, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my face as I staggered away from the cabin.
The two wolves, engrossed in their passionate kiss, didn’t notice I had left.
For 20 years, I had poured my heart and soul into helping Maverick realise his dream of starting his own pack.
As the Princess of the Silver Wolf pack, I gave up a comfortable life to fight alongside him in the forest.
When he was exiled and had given up on himself, I helped him gather resources and recruit supporters for his cause.
Later, we formed a pack, claimed our own territory, and expanded it.
Maverick came home less and less frequently, until one day he asked me to break our mate bond.
In 20 years, we had gone from being deeply in love to bitterly resenting each other, and we even wished the other would die.
One day, I said, “Maverick, let’s break the mate bond.”
Over the next few days, Maverick deliberately ignored me, preferring to laugh and joke with Stella.
It finally convinced me to bring up the breaking of our mate bond again.
Maverick’s smile froze, and he looked at me in disbelief. “What did you just say?”
“I said, let’s break the mate bond and go back to what you were doing before you lost your memory.”
Even though he claimed to love me 15 years ago, he continued to flirt with other she-wolves, making all of my years of love seem like a joke.
I now had enough money, and the Silver Wolf pack had returned to its former glory.
The desire to break the mate bond grew stronger each day.
Even though I initially agreed to help Maverick recover his memory, it was because I missed the version of him who had loved me 15 years ago; seeing him fall for another she-wolf right in front of me erased any remaining attachment I had.
“Impossible! What right do you have to end the mate bond with me?” Maverick snarled and went into a violent rage, destroying everything in the room while Stella screamed in terror.
He looked exactly the same as he did when he forced me to end it.