Rejected By My Fated Alpha: Rise Of The White Wolf

“After seven days of high-intensity border patrol, it was already midnight when I finally dragged my exhausted body back to the pack castle. I reached out to push the heavy oak doors. But the magical scent-ward sparked and burned my frostbitten fingertips. Access denied. I thought I was just too tired and my spiritual energy was unstable, so I tried a few more times. Still rejected. I tried to use the Mind-Link to contact Zane, but he blocked me. I stood in the freezing blizzard, shivering uncontrollably. My wounds from fighting three rogue wolves were still bleeding, staining the white snow beneath my boots. Until ten minutes later, Vivian, his irreplaceable first love, walked up the stone steps. She was holding a bottle of elf-berry wine, wearing a luxurious fur coat. The scent-ward glowed softly, recognizing the absolute Alpha privilege Zane had given her. It allowed her to pass effortlessly. I followed right behind her. The moment I stepped inside, a magical confetti spell exploded right in my face. Glittering dust covered my mud-caked, blood-stained armor. The pack members in the hall burst into roaring laughter. The tables were littered with ale bottles, and cake was smeared on the stone floor. And the white wolf-skin rug I had hand-woven for our nesting den... It was trampled into a messy, dirty rag, soaked in cheap wine. Zane sat on his carved throne, holding his phone, laughing so hard he could barely sit straight. "Who told you to only care about border patrols these past few days and ignore your Alpha?" "Now you know what the cold treatment feels like." I stood at the door, saying nothing. Today, I fought off three rogue wolves. My wounds were still throbbing with agony. I hadn't eaten a single bite, and my boots were soaked in freezing mud. Tomorrow at dawn, I had to report the defense strategy to the Pack Elders. But right now, I had to clean up this massive, humiliating mess. Seeing that I didn't chase after him and playfully argue like I used to, Zane's face darkened. "Who are you giving that dead attitude to?" "It's just a little joke. Why are you getting so boring?" He let out a cold, arrogant sneer, fully believing he had me completely under his control. "If you can't stand it, we can just break the mate bond." I thought about the new scent-ward access. The one that even Vivian knew, but was deliberately kept a secret from me. Suddenly, I didn't even want to take another step into this suffocating room. "Fine, let's break it."”