The Alpha Rejected Me, But Stole My First Kiss

Her Voice

Lucien POV

Maeva and I rushed through the trees, following the crowd that dragged Lira deeper into the forest. Twilight had already swallowed the sky, the wind rattling the leaves above us, every footstep echoing with the same sharp edge of dread.

“Will this even work?” Maeva’s voice trembled through our mind link.

I tightened my grip on her hand. “At least this time, we’ll help Alpha Kael remember everything.”

“Didn’t you tell me he turns cruel after drinking that potion?”

“Not this time, love. His memories are gone, completely erased.” My words tasted heavy.

Shock flashed across her face. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.” The truth cut through me like a blade. I remembered the letter Kael had pressed into my hands, 'Protect Lira’s life, no matter the cost.

Kael was my best friend; we shared everything together. Nothing was strange, until I finally realized something: Kael always lost his memory whenever he was distracted from the group's affairs.

But every time he met Lira, he would become a different person. Especially after I realized Lira was his destined mate.

This was something I couldn't prevent, when the hour He had drunk the potion, and Lady Seraphine’s spell would chain his mind forever. And Lira… Lira would vanish, her soul sacrificed to keep the potion’s grip unbroken.

When the iron cage slammed down, its screech tore through the forest. The air thickened, soldiers waiting for the rogues. I stepped forward. “By Lady Seraphine’s command, we return before sunset.”

A few tried to argue, but I pulled out Kael’s letter, signed by Seraphine. “Read it.”

They hesitated, then muttered, “I don’t want my men witnessing a death this brutal.”

I folded the parchment. “You’ve seen it yourselves. Lady Seraphine is not so merciless.”

One by one, they left. Only Maeva, Lira, and I remained.

“Why won’t it open?!” Maeva’s panic cracked through as the lock refused to budge.

The sun had already sunk. A long, guttural howl broke the silence. From the shadows, eyes glowed crimson. The rogues had come.

I turned to Maeva. “I’ll shift into wolf form. Place the cage on my back when I do!”

She nodded, fumbling with the lock until finally—click. The door creaked open.

But too late. The rogues surrounded us. Their bodies were gaunt, fur matted and scarred, jaws dripping with foam. Their stench was rot and old blood.

I roared and lunged. My claws ripped through flesh, fangs sank deep, blood sprayed across the damp ground. But they were too many.

It didn’t take long before both Lira and Maeva shifted into wolves as well. Yet something gnawed at my mind—Lira’s wolf form wasn’t ordinary. It resembled the long-lost Silverfang, destroyed eighteen years ago by the hands of a legendary sorcerer. Her coat shimmered silver tinged with a faint crimson, flowing with an untamed mane that glistened beneath the moonlight.

And Maeva—her wolf was like anything I had seen. It mirrored Alpha Kael! A golden-silver beast, radiant and regal. The sight struck me with an uncanny familiarity. As far as I know, Maeva is not Alpha Kael's biological sister

But I just realized, there was no time to reflect.

I was careless, so the blur of motion who too fast then searing pain ripped across my shoulder. A rogue had lunged at me from the side, its fangs tearing through flesh. I staggered, growling, my claws raking against its chest, but more shadows circled. The rogues moved like predators sensing weakness.

Snarls split the night, claws clashing against stone, fur matted with blood. I slashed another across the muzzle, only for a second to pounce onto my back. Its weight crushed me down, its teeth snapping inches from my throat. I roared, twisting, throwing it off, only to meet the charge of two more.

“Lucien!”

The shout rang clear.

“Maeva?” My mind reeled—had I imagined it?

Lira POV

Lucien collapsed, shifting back into his human form. Blood poured from his wounds, soaking the earth in a copper stench. Beside me, a golden-silver wolf—Maeva—let out a roar that sounded heartbreakingly like a sob.

“Lucien!” she cried.

I froze. Had I imagined it? Her voice was clear, calling his name. We wolves weren’t supposed to speak in this form. But I heard a loud voice from Maeva, this was not like the telepathy we often use for communication, this was much more beautiful

“Don’t you dare die, love!” she said.

Eighteen years together, and only now did I realize Maeva carried such a gift. She bent down, lifting Lucien’s limp body onto her back with care. Her silver eyes glistened.

“Protect us from the rogues!” she begged.

I could only nod, my chest tightening as I watched her sob for him. “I know you’ve always made me doubt you,” she whispered to him, “but I’ve loved you since the very beginning.”

Her confession stunned me. We’d only been separated for a short time, and still, their bond had grown deeper than I realized.

“Love…” Lucien’s weak, raspy voice broke through the night. My eyes widened.

“I’m here!” Maeva answered instantly.

“Don’t… don’t cry for me like I’m already dead.” He tried to laugh. He even tried to move, which only made Maeva snap, “You’re bleeding out! Don’t you dare make me cry over you again!”

Their strange mix of tenderness and sharpness almost made me smile, even in the middle of this nightmare. But I didn’t have the luxury of turning human yet, because the wave of rogues was coming again, ready to tear us apart.

“I love your voice,” Lucien whispered again, his lips curling faintly. “It’s so damn sexy.”

Maeva shot him a look with half offense. “You’re still the playboy I remember.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucien breathed, “but that was my past.”

“And you’re saying you won’t leave that past behind, for me?” Her tone sharpened.

“No, that’s not what I—”

“Not what?!”

The fragile peace between them shattered in seconds. My jaw nearly dropped at how fast their emotions shifted. Maeva’s temper flared, and she dropped him unceremoniously onto the ground, growling. “Lira, let’s just leave this stupid playboy to rot! He disgusts me!”

I shifted into my human form, forcing the words out. “Wait... what the hell just happened?”

“Get on my back!” she ordered me instead, her voice cold.

But before I could respond, a crimson glow burned through the shadows. My stomach dropped. “s**t,” I muttered, panic rushing in.

“What are you—oh no! We have to move!” Maeva snarled.

I cursed myself. I shouldn’t have wasted time shifting forms. Now the rogues were on us again, faster, hungrier.

Maeva fought like fury itself, her claws tearing through anything that touched Lucien. I tried to shift back, but my body useless hesitated. The blood dripped steadily from Lucien’s arm, soaking the dirt.

“I’m sorry, Lucien!” Maeva’s wolf eyes glistened with tears, but her rage made her unstoppable. She tore the rogues apart, one after another, like nothing could stand between her and the man bleeding at her paws.

By the time we stumbled out of the forest, the moon was high, cold and silver above us, watching silently.

Alpha Kael POV

I sat at the long table with my pack, the air heavy with roasted meat, firelight, and too much laughter. Violet sat beside me, giggling with Lady Seraphine as though nothing in the world could ever shake her.

While I was tangled in my own heart. The laughter around me felt distant, like I was sitting alone in the middle of the crowd.

Lady Seraphine rose, lifting her glass high. “On this beautiful night, I declare my assistant the official fiancée of Alpha Kael.” Her smile was sharp and commanding.

The council stood and raised their glasses in unison. Cheers erupted, but I felt it was too loud and forced.

Compliments spilled from their mouths like syrup. “Violet’s bond with the pack is unmatched. She’ll help Kael lead us to greatness,” one said. Another chimed in with more praise, and Violet beamed under the spotlight.

I only stared at my plate, pushing the food around until I finally stood and muttered, “I’m full.”

Lady Seraphine POV

I narrowed my eyes at my foster son, suspicion curling in my chest. Could the mind-control potion be losing its hold? He was supposed to dote on Violet without question. He was supposed to love her.

Yet there he was, walking away from my daughter like she was nothing.

“Alpha Kael,” I called sweetly, “aren’t you forgetting to escort your fiancée to her chambers?”

He froze. Slowly, he turned, his stare colder than I expected. My heart skipped, but I forced a smile and slipped my hand into his, guiding it toward Violet. “You should be pampering her,” I whispered.

He nodded, stiffly, and I let my lips curl in a sly smile. Good. The potion is still working.

The hall went silent. Every eye on me. I clapped my hands together lightly. “Isn’t this the way it to be?”

Nervous laughter trickled out from the others.

One by one, they excused themselves. “I need rest.” “There’s work waiting.” “The pups’ lessons won’t plan themselves.” Excuses piled, chairs scraped, and the hall emptied fast.

When the doors closed, only silence remained. Relief brushed over me. Things were still under control.

But then I caught Violet’s muffled sobs outside Kael’s chamber, and my smile faltered.