Rejected By The Alpha, Blessed By The Moon

The One He Never Stopped Loving

ROSALYN

He said he was caught up in the middle of something important. He was supposed to be too busy to come for me. Too busy to help his wife who could barely stand. But not too busy to escort her, the woman he once loved, the one the pack still whispered he never stopped loving.

My hand pressed weakly against my stomach, tears spilling freely now.

“He let me lose ours,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “But he let her keep hers and now, he’s protecting it in a way I’d never seen him protect anything before.”

Shamira was supposed to be gone. Far from us. Miles away from him. She had left after our graduation from high school, left just when Zayden had become of age and was in desperate need of a Luna by his side to take up the Alpha position. She had flown overseas under the noble excuse of going to further her studies and pursue a career in modelling.

But now, out of nowhere, she’d appeared like a ghost from the past with a belly swelling like she was carrying a planet beneath her skin. Seated in this carriage, all I could think was: When? When did she return? When did he have the time to plant a child in her before I even knew she was back?

All those late nights, work excuses, sudden trips to who knows where was probably him going to meet up and spend time with her. While I, the fool, stayed home as the devoted wife and Luna, believing he was simply caught up in some important business that’ll benefit the pack, not knowing he was out there giving another woman everything he couldn’t give me.

My fist clenched. My chest tightened. My throat burned. But I did everything I could to hold the storm threatening to break loose. The last thing I wanted was to break down in front of the driver, giving him more reason to worry about me.

He said something, but I didn’t hear him. The world outside blurred into streaks of silence, light and shadows.

By the time I reached the house, I could barely stand. Mira, the maid, helped me inside, worry written all over her face.

“Luna, you don’t look well. Should I call for the doctor?” she asked.

I shook my head quickly, forcing a small smile. “No. I just need rest.”

But rest didn’t come.

Not that evening. Not in the night either.

Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. I saw her. Her swollen tummy. His hand affectionately placed on her back. His eyes, softer than they’d ever been with me.

And the painful truth that he would never look at me that way. Never let me carry his pup.

Sleep refused to come.

I spent the night twisting and turning restlessly on bed, staring blankly at the ceiling while the pain pulsed through me, not just from my body, but from everything I’d just lost and was about to lose.

By morning, I was numb. I could barely feel my legs when I got up. I had no appetite to eat and my hands trembled as I tried to drink water, the glass clinking softly against my teeth. Mira hovered nearby, watching me with deep concern like I was a cracked glass seconds away from shattering.

“Luna, this looks more serious than I thought,” she said softly. “Are you sure you’ll be fine?”

“Yes,” I lied. My voice cracked midway. “I just need a little more rest.”

She wanted to say something more, but she didn’t. She just nodded quietly and went back to cleaning.

It was almost twenty four hours since l last saw Zayden, yet he was nowhere to be seen. He was with her. No doubt about it. After escorting her to her prenatal check up and with how big her belly was like she’ll be delivering anytime soon, there was no way he’d leave her all by herself. And I bet the reason he took her to that same clinic I had undergone the pregnancy termination was to avoid being seen by me, by anyone he was familiar with.

For how long was he planning on keeping this a secret from me, from everyone in the pack? If he knew she’d be back anytime, why then did he bother keeping me?

A ring from the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. My heart started beating faster.

The front doors opened.

I looked to see Zayden step in. Tall, composed, flawless as always. His dark hair framed that handsome, unreadable face and his blue eyes flashed like crystals. But behind him… came Shamira and not one, or two but three luggages that he was pulling along.

I sat frozen in the living room, unable to move, unable to speak. My throat went dry as my eyes moved from face to face, from face to luggage and from luggage to face.

Shamira looked even more radiant than I last saw her, glowing even, her rounded belly impossible to miss. It was like she had become more beautiful with the pregnancy. She clung to Zayden’s arm like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

And he didn’t pull away.

No. He couldn’t.

As if caught in a trance, I rose to my feet and took a few shaky steps forward. Disbelief flooded through me.

“Zayden… what is this?” I swallowed past my dry throat as I asked, wishing there was a chance this wasn’t real. I wanted it to be a mistake. Some sort of twisted illusion. A dream even. But it didn’t seem like it.

Zayden didn’t answer. He just stared into space, avoiding my eyes.

Shamira’s eyes darted to me, wide and nervous. She looked like she wanted to disappear. “Rosalyn, please don’t misunderstand—”

“Don’t call me that!” I snapped before I could stop myself. My voice came out broken and trembling. “You shouldn’t even be here! What are you doing in my home?”

“Rosalyn, stop.” Zayden finally said, his voice was low, warning, but that only made the tears burn hotter behind my eyes.

“Stop? You want me to stop?” I moved closer, my hands trembling as I pointed at Shamira. “You made me end our pup, Zayden! You made me go through hell… for goodness sake I could have died on that operating table. And now you bring her here? Pregnant and unannounced? You should be the one to stop Zayden, not me…”

He clenched his jaw but didn’t say a word.

“Why?” My voice broke completely. “Why would you do this to me? Haven’t you hurt me enough already? Why did you choose to keep me if you knew she’d be back so soon?…”

Shamira shrank behind him, her hand clutching his sleeve as if she needed protection from me. The sight of it made my chest twist painfully.

Something inside me snapped. My fists hit his chest, over and over, weak and desperate. He wouldn’t budge the slightest but I wouldn’t stop hitting. “How could you, Zayden? You said you didn’t want a pup with me! You said you didn’t love me! And now—”

He grabbed my wrist suddenly, stopping me mid-hit. His grip was tight, firm enough to make me wince. “That’s enough,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Let me go!” I struggled, voice raw with anguish as my tears fell freely now. “You don’t get to silence me after what you did!”

“Rosa!” His voice boomed through the house, deep and sharp enough to make the air vibrate.

I froze, the force of his Alpha tone rooting me in place. For a second, everything went quiet. Even the faint hum of the bond between us seemed to fade.

Then, softer, almost regretful, he said, “You’re making a scene.”

I stared at him—the man I had loved for years and realized I didn’t recognize him anymore.

“The only crime I ever committed was loving you,” I whispered painfully. “What can I ever do to please you, Zayden? Will I ever be enough for you? Why do you keep hurting me? Why do you keep neglecting my feelings…?”

I had become so weak from my initial tiredness and the emotional outburst that I hadn’t realized I was literally leaning onto him for support.

He didn’t answer. His expression stayed hard and unreadable. Then, without a word, he yanked me by the wrist again and dragged me upstairs.

“Zayden, you’re hurting me!” I cried, trying to pull away, but his grip only tightened.

He opened the door to our room, pushed me inside, and slammed it shut behind us.

I stumbled and fell onto the bed, my breath catching from the impact. My hair fell over my face, sticking to my tear-streaked skin as I gasped for air.

“What was that stunt you just pulled?” His voice was sharp, filled with unrestrained fury. “Have you completely lost your mind?”

I lifted my head, glaring at him through my tears. “You brought her here! Into our home! What did you expect me to do? Welcome her with open arms?”

“She’s pregnant, Rosalyn!” His voice cracked like a whip. “She needed help!”

“And what about me?” I choked out. “What about the wife you forced to lose her child? Did I not need help too? Did I not need you?”

For the first time, his expression faltered, a c***k in his usual composure but it lasted only for a moment. Then he looked away.

“You cheated, Zayden!” I threw the words at him like stones. “How could you get her pregnant while still married to me? All these years, I had been faithful only to you but you… you’ve been betraying me all along. What’s the point of the contract and this marriage…?”

“Quit spilling gibberish,” he cut me off sternly. “That pregnancy Shamira is carrying isn’t mine,” he said, his tone flat.

I blinked once, twice, stunned. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not,” he replied quietly.

“If you’re not responsible then who is?” My eyes dug into his, impatiently waiting for a reply.

He sighed dismissively. “I can’t talk with you in this state. Whenever you’ve cooled off and ready for us to talk like a civilized couple, then you can let me know.”

With that, he turned and started towards the door.

“Zayden… Zayden…” I called him severally, even rising to my feet but he ignored me.

He pulled the door open. Halfway out, he suddenly stopped and slightly tilted his head back to me in a cold expression. “Shamira will stay here until she gives birth and is ready to live on her own. You will treat her with respect. If you give her any trouble, you’ll have me to answer to.”

I tried to say something but the door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone in the crushing silence that followed.