The Alpha Who Was Rejected

The clinic room was too quiet, the kind of silence that only follows a total collapse. I stared at the sterile white ceiling as Dr. Grant’s voice drifted over me like woodsmoke, explaining that the bond was fraying and that the life I’d carried for six weeks was gone. Outside those doors, the city was still buzzing with the news of Alpha Julian Thorne’s latest public display of affection for his celebrity fiancée, Brooke. Inside, I was bleeding out five years of secret devotion and a future that never stood a chance. Julian had chosen his legacy, and in his pursuit of a perfect bloodline, he’d turned our fated connection into a murder weapon. I wasn't just a rejected mate anymore; I was the wreckage he had left behind in his climb to the top. As the last of the warmth drained from my veins, I realized the only way to survive an Alpha’s fire was to let everything he loved burn to the ground.