The Alpha's Rejected mate

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ike a cruel dance I couldn't follow. I blinked hard, fight

ne. In its place was a hollow coldness, sharp and merciless. I looked up at hi

stant like a winter night with no stars. His gaze

y steady. His jaw clenched, muscles tight, but he didn't sa

ond human-that wasn't a coincidence. I'd heard stories. Fated mates. Rare. Sacred. Mea

ing. "You're human," he spat, voice flat and sharp, like broken glass scraping

breath as the cold crept deep into my bones. The fire between us-once wild, fierce

a hand, silencing me without mercy. "You don't belong here," he said, hi

s burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I stood trembling, watch

nto a drawer. He pulled out a blank cheque a

aced with steel and disdain. "Take it.

't worth to him. Money. A payment. Not love. Not care. Just a transact

lms. The lump in my throat was thick, choking me. Every

into me like a flickering flame in a storm. I turned

with a final, brutal echo t

felt like dragging my shattered heart through broken glass. The whispers st

I passed, and pity stabbed sharper than any insult. I

ing on me for everything. I looked down at the chequ

uldn't let his coldness bu

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my own. With

into a quiet place deep inside me. I promised myself I would l

times I had to break and rebuild to get there. Be