Rejected By My Fated Alpha

The day I discovered I was pregnant, I was filled with joy and headed to the pack house to find Zayne Freeman, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. Just as I was about to share the news, his Beta, Corey Rose, unveiled a shocking scene—a she-wolf trapped in a cage. Zayne, who normally remained aloof around others, suddenly brightened at the sight. She bore an uncanny resemblance to his long-lost mate, Ayah Austin. As Zayne’s face softened and he gently caressed her cheek, I chuckled bitterly, realizing that over ten years of being his unmarked mate had all been a mistake.

I sat in the private lounge of the pack house, bracing myself for what felt like an eternity. I had planned to tell Zayne about the pregnancy, but Corey interrupted by having someone wheel in a cage covered with a black cloth. “Alpha,” Corey declared with a grin, “this is a surprise I’ve carefully prepared for you.” He whipped off the cloth, revealing a she-wolf kneeling inside. Her small face showed clear fear, trembling slightly, yet she was undeniably beautiful—a cascade of brown curls framing a face as doll-like as Ayah’s. A chill settled in my heart, and I glanced at Zayne. The eyes that usually held no emotion now sparkled with life.

Rising from his seat, Zayne moved toward the she-wolf, step by step. Corey laughed, asking, “So, Alpha, are you delighted with the gift?” Zayne’s long fingers gently grazed the girl’s face, a smile tugging at his lips. “Corey, aren’t you worried my mate might be upset with such an offering?” he teased, his alpha tone laced with amusement. Corey turned to me with a sly smile, “Your mate is always so understanding and magnanimous; I figured she wouldn’t mind.”

But I wasn’t understanding or magnanimous. They all underestimated me, fully aware I’d never dare to object. Officially, I was the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. In reality, I was merely a placeholder, obeying commands from everyone, powerless to resist. Any resistance, and the title of Luna could easily be given to another.

I kept silent, clutching tightly onto the pregnancy test results hidden in my bag. I had just learned I was pregnant. Knowing Zayne’s fondness for heirs, I thought this news would delight him. But now, he seemed to have found something even more pleasing.

“Alright, let her out; I’ll keep her,” Zayne’s voice reached me clearly, his tone commanding yet almost tender. Corey went to open the cage, and everyone celebrated, treating me as if I were invisible. Frozen in place, waves of self-loathing washed over me. Over a decade as an unmarked mate, enduring indifference and still hoping to win the affection of an Alpha who would never truly see me.

Pathetic. I was truly pathetic.