The Alpha Signed My Rejection By Mistake

e never honored. He was in love with another woman, Rosalie,

begged him for the life-saving me

ental link, I heard her laugh in t

e with trivial ma

ior healer away from my father's side. He died whi

an who was supposed to be my other half. In his

I slipped a single page into a thick stack of documents. He signed it without reading, and w

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a tiny fist beating against the glass. Inside, the silence was just

eather seat, my hands clenched i

le thing in the oppressive quiet of the car. "It's been thr

carved from stone. The scent of him-like a winter forest after a fresh snowfall, sharp pine and

tion in my own voice. This was the ninety-ninth time I had begged. I had cou

lready the Alpha. My posit

glanced at the screen, and the granite of his expression melted. It was a subtle shift, but to me, who h

voice now a low, warm murmu

e. The ice was gone, replaced by a warmth that I

u ready for the Full Moon Gala?

Rosalie. His childhood friend, the woman he believed was his true

unshed tears. He continued to talk to her, his words weaving a picture of a l

he call, the ice return

halt on the side of the deserted

The words were fla

onfused. "What? Bu

mand wash over me. It was a physical force, a pressure behind my eyes and in my bones that

ced with that undeniable power, ""G

ered inside me, cowering before his dominance. This was the curse

idden phone vibrated in my pocket. A single, sho

s set. One w

g for me, gave me a sliver of strength. I

y voice shaking. "The pack apotheca

me with such trivialities." He gestured to the back seat. "My assistant had some dresses de

ly filled with the pale pinks and whites she ador

h her. The Mind-Link was a sacred connection, usually reserved for pack business or the deepest intimacy between mates. He used it to fli

e looked at me, his eyes now completely empty o

oice. Just cold, simple dismissal. He di

he deluge. The cold rain soaked me insta

elerator, and the Rolls-Royce shot forward, sending a wave o

rm, my inner wolf didn't just whimper. It howl

I was a pathetic Omega who would c

thday. Inside, it wasn't pack secrets or financial documents. It was a shrine. Filled with her clothes-scarves, gloves, even a silk nightgown. They all pulsed wit

se me from our bond, to replace my soul with a ghost. And

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