Rejecting My Cruel Billionaire Alpha Mate

Chapter 4

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was pale, but he didn't complain. I wanted to ask for a basket of bread

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was not

s. She offered a sweet, saccharine smile and blamed their lateness on human tr

pping, just resting. The gesture of a woman who knew e

hed out across the table

e embossed cover, Xavier's large

ssed the leather-b

in mid-air for a painful, frozen second. He lowered his head,

my hands on the table, the sharp crack echoing in the silen

t my father would not understand the high-end ingredients, written as they were in French. He claimed

pine suddenly smelled

chair. I told Xavier we would not sit here and acce

e dining room and marched dow

eps thundere

ed the restaurant's grand entrance. His

g current straight to my core. Now, his skin aga

ed that this was not an apology, but a sick, twis

his fist tightened. "Ungrateful." The word was forced through clenched teeth, his gaze point

ght years, I had been his mate in the shadows, spending my nights al

features into a mask of pitiful victimhood. "Alpha, please don't fight because of me," she bo

re she lowered her gaze. She had done this a hundred times

a human shield between us. He roared that I was using my mate status to bully a weaker female, then

abbed Sylvia's hand, led her to

nto the city noise, leaving us

orn shoes. He softly asked me

ough fabric of his shoulder. I told him he smelled l

," I whispered. "And I

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Rejecting My Cruel Billionaire Alpha Mate

Guo Er Werewolf

“For eight years, I was the secret mate of Xavier, the most powerful Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Because of my low-ranking Omega blood, he refused to mark me or make me his Luna. One freezing winter night, my disabled father traveled miles to bring me rare herbs. But Xavier forced him to stand in the biting wind for eight hours. The reason? He claimed my father's sour scent would disturb his Beta secretary, Sylvia. When I demanded an explanation, Xavier just swirled his whiskey and threw a limitless credit card at my father's face. He shielded Sylvia behind his broad shoulders, roaring that my family's filthy stench was polluting his pristine territory. He thought I was just throwing a childish tantrum to get his attention. He completely forgot that when I miscarried our unborn pup in a pool of blood, he was out attending a dinner party with that very same Beta. For eight years, I endured his volatile temper, waiting in a cold bed while he paraded his secretary around the city. I looked at the man I had loved with all my soul, and felt nothing but cold ash. Why should I remain his invisible, disposable shadow while my own flesh and blood was treated like a stray dog? That night, I packed my bags, took my father, and left his estate forever. As my dormant White Wolf bloodline finally awakened, I picked up my phone and pressed send. "I, Serena, reject you, Xavier, as my mate."”