Alpha's Regret: Rejected His Unfated Mate

The Secret

Eleanor leaned against the cold hospital wall, her legs trembling as she forced herself toward the nurse’s station. The fluorescent lights above hummed like a swarm of angry bees, reflecting off the polished tiles in harsh, sterile beams. Maya had gone to pull the car around, leaving Eleanor to handle the discharge paperwork but right now, paperwork felt trivial compared to the storm of emotions churning inside her.

She rounded the corner and froze. Her pulse caught in her throat, hammering against her ribcage like a frantic drum.

There, at the end of the hallway, stood Silas.

He was leaning down, whispering into Catheryn’s ear. The sound of her light, melodic, and utterly carefree laughter sliced through the quiet hospital air, mocking the sterile silence. Silas’s hand rested lightly on the small of her back, a touch so intimate that it made Eleanor’s stomach twist into knots.

For a moment, her mind refused to register the scene. Her eyes widened as if staring would somehow make it vanish. Then, finally, the inevitable happened: Silas looked up.

Their eyes met.

For a heartbeat, just one fleeting second, Eleanor thought she saw something—guilt? Surprise?—in his gaze. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the impenetrable, cold mask she had once thought she knew so well. Without a word, he stepped in front of Catheryn, shielding her from Eleanor as if she were a threat.

“What are you doing here?” Silas demanded. His voice was low, rumbling, vibrating deep into her chest. It carried that dangerous undertone that had once thrilled her but now only made her blood run cold.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Eleanor said, lifting her chin despite the tremor in her voice. “But I already know. You’re here with her.”

Catheryn stepped forward, slipping out from behind him with the grace of a predator. Her silver hair caught the fluorescent light, glinting like strands of starlight. Her lips curved into a smirk, sharp and condescending. “Oh, it’s the little fan girl,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “Following us now? How pathetic. Really.”

“I’m not a fan,” Eleanor spat, stepping closer despite the fear quaking through her. She met Catheryn’s gaze head-on. “I’m his wife.”

The words hung in the air like a spark over dry kindling.

Catheryn laughed, a sound that cut like a knife. “Silas, darling, your little human has quite the imagination. Is this the one who’s been ‘taking care’ of the house all this time?” Her eyes gleamed with amusement, but it was cruel, predatory amusement.

Silas didn’t glance at Eleanor. He didn’t even flinch. “Go home, Eleanor. I told you to stay there.”

“I was in the hospital, Silas!” Her voice cracked, but she forced it steady. “I fainted on the sidewalk because your guards shoved me! Did you even care?”

“You shouldn’t have been there,” he snapped, each word cold, precise, like a whip c***k. “You caused a scene. You embarrassed the pack.”

Eleanor’s chest tightened, the words slamming into her like stones.

Catheryn leaned closer now, her scent a heady mix of expensive perfume and the metallic tang of a high-born wolf, invading Eleanor’s senses. Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper, meant for Eleanor alone. “I know who you are. You’re the low-born human he used to pass the time. No pack. No status. No future. If you think that little piece of paper makes you his equal, you’re more deluded than I ever imagined. How much do you want to disappear?”

A surge of fury lit a fire in Eleanor’s chest, burning hotter than her fear. Her hands curled into fists at her sides. “I’m not for sale.”

Catheryn’s smirk widened. She rifled through her designer handbag and produced a gold-embossed business card. “Take it. Call the number. Name your price. Leave Thorn Pack before I make your life even more miserable than it already is.” She flicked the card at Eleanor with a flourish, the movement as casual as it was insulting.

Without thinking, Eleanor snatched the card mid-air and, with all the force of her pent-up rage, threw it back. It struck Catheryn’s shoulder and fluttered to the floor.

Catheryn gasped, clutching her stomach as if she had been struck by a physical blow. “Silas! She… she attacked me!”

Silas was at her side in an instant, the red glow of his predatory wolf eyes igniting as he turned on Eleanor. “That’s enough! Beta! Take her away!”

A massive man emerged from the shadows, grabbing Eleanor by the arm with the kind of grip that made her bones ache.

“Silas, wait!” she cried, struggling against the iron hold. “I have something to tell you! The box—did you see what was in the box?”

“I don’t care about your games, Eleanor,” he hissed, venom dripping from every syllable. “You’re acting like a child. Jealous and unstable. Go back to the house and stay there until I decide what to do with you.”

Her heart cracked like glass. “What to do with me?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’m your wife, Silas. Not your property.”

“A wife I can replace with a stroke of a pen,” he said, his tone low and terrifying. “We were about s*x and convenience, Eleanor. Nothing more. Catheryn is my fated mate. She is the Luna this pack needs. You were just… a distraction.”

The word “distraction” hit her like a dagger, piercing every memory, every hope she had clung to. Three years of shared meals, whispered secrets, midnight confessions, and dreams—all reduced to a word that made her entire world crumble.

Tears streamed freely down her cheeks. “Then give it to me,” she said, her voice breaking, raw and pleading.

“Give you what?” he asked, almost amused.

“A divorce. If I’m just a distraction, let me go. I want a divorce, Silas.”

The hallway went utterly silent. Even the Beta paused, uncertainty flickering across his face. Silas’s jaw tightened until it seemed almost impossible for his teeth not to c***k under the pressure.

“No,” he said at last, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that reverberated like thunder across the empty corridor. “I don’t grant divorces to humans who think they can dictate terms to an Alpha. You will go home. And you will wait.”

He turned his back on her, guiding Catheryn toward the elevators with the kind of gentle possessiveness that had once been reserved for Eleanor. Every step he took was a silent reminder of the life he had stolen from her.

Eleanor watched them disappear, the man she had once loved treating her like a nuisance while cradling the woman who had taken everything she had ever wanted.

“I’m done waiting, Silas,” she whispered to the empty hallway, her voice barely audible, yet filled with a burning finality. “I’m done.”