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The Alpha's Regret:I Rejected Him After 12 Years

The Alpha's Regret:I Rejected Him After 12 Years

I was a high-ranking noble she-wolf, destined for a perfect life. For twelve years, I poured my family's immense wealth into building an empire for my Alpha mate, Kaelen, while constantly protecting my fragile Omega best friend, Elara. But on the night of my birthday, I stumbled upon a trending post on the pack's dark web forum. My mate and my best friend were bragging about mating seven times during her heat, wearing the custom mythril rings I had designed myself. At my Luna coronation banquet, Elara deliberately tipped a bucket of toxic Wolfsbane mud over my head, burning my skin and humiliating me in front of hundreds of wolves. Instead of protecting me, Kaelen unleashed his crushing Alpha Command to force me to submit. "Apologize to Elara," Kaelen commanded coldly. "You let your jealousy blind you. She was terrified and needed her Alpha's protection." Later, terrified of losing my family's money, he even forced the Healers to abort Elara's pup, proudly presenting the medical records to me as if he had done something heroic. Looking at the hypocritical man I had loved for twelve years, I finally realized that every argument, every apology, and every sweet moment was a calculated script they wrote to drain my resources. I felt no anger, only a profound, chilling emptiness. I calmly hacked the banquet hall's screens to broadcast their decrypted, disgusting messages to the entire pack. Then, I spoke the ancient words to sever our Fated Mate bond forever. I will awaken my legendary White Wolf bloodline and rule my territory alone.
Rejected By The Alpha For An Omega

Rejected By The Alpha For An Omega

For three years, I played the perfect Luna to Cristian, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, sacrificing my own life to maintain our political marriage. That was until a fragile Omega named Angelena appeared, and he threw me away like garbage. He gave her his private lounge, bought her lavish gifts, and looked at her with a tenderness I had never received. At the city's biggest gala, he publicly humiliated me in front of all the elites. "Take off your gown. Give it to Angelena." He demanded I strip in public just because his mistress liked my dress. When he got a tiny papercut during a patrol, he let her fake a hysterical breakdown, completely dismissing my frantic rush to save him. Later that night, he violently forced himself on me in a jealous rage, leaving my neck covered in dark claiming bruises. But the moment Angelena called, crying over a minor accident, he abandoned me at the trauma scene to comfort her. To make matters worse, my own father texted to disown me because my ruined marriage had just cost him a lucrative business contract. I was his destined mate, yet I was treated worse than a stray dog. I gave up my dignity for a pack and a family that only saw me as a disposable tool. Staring at the furious texts on my phone, I didn't cry or beg. I just laughed. I turned down a rival Alpha's offer of sanctuary, got into my car, and drove straight into the night. It was time to burn this cage to the ground.