The Alpha Who Rejects Me

THE WOMAN WHO WAITED

The night felt wrong, too still and too quiet.

Even the wind seemed to be holding its breath.

Delon rode back toward his estate under the cover of darkness, boots splashed with soil that still clung beneath his nails.

He didn’t look back. Not once.

Meanwhile, a soft knock sounded on Delilah’s chamber door.

Not urgent or hesitant. Just three calm taps.

Familiar and measured. She didn’t turn from the mirror.

“Enter.”

The door creaked open and cloaked man slipped inside. He immediately dropped to one knee. “My Lady.”

“Report.”

His head remained bowed.“Alpha Finn is dead.”

Her brush paused mid-stroke, just for a fraction of a second. Then it continued combing through her long hair like nothing had happened.

“And?” she asked lightly.

“Beta Delon has just left Elder Rowan’s estate. He stayed there for some time. My guess… he went to inform the elder personally.”

Silence stretched.

The spy waited, expecting anger, shock or new orders. Instead— A soft chuckle escaped her lips.

It was low and amused.

“Of course he did,” she murmured.

Men… So predictable when they thought they’d won.

She waved her hand lazily. “Dismissed.”

The spy hesitated only a heartbeat before bowing again and disappearing.

The door clicked shut. Now the room was quiet. It was just her and the truth hanging heavy in the air.

Delilah rose slowly from the dressing couch, her reflection followed her in the mirror.

Beautiful, poised and untouchable.

But her eyes—Her eyes were sharp and calculating.

“Finn… dead. Excellent!” she chuckles again.

Everything had gone smoothly as planned.

The reckless Alpha Finn is finally dead.

He was stupid enough to die on a sneaky border attack.

And Delon… Delon celebrating already?

Visiting Rowan in the middle of the night?

How fast and convenient.

She was the one moving chess pieces. But Delon thought he was the one playing the game. Her lips curved faintly.

Perfect! It's perfect for her plan…

She walked toward the open window.

Cold air slipped into the room, brushing against her skin.

Below, the estate grounds were dim and quiet.

Guards changing shifts. Torches flickering.

Somewhere far away— Frogs croaked near the marsh. Slow, rhythmic, almost mocking.

She stared into the darkness, eyes unfocused and thinking.

If he thought the throne was within reach…

Then what would he do tonight?

Rush to her? Act affectionately? Try to secure her support? Or avoid her entirely?

Men revealed their intentions when they thought no one was watching, and she loved watching.

“I won’t call him,” she murmured to herself.

Let the delusional fool keep on choosing his side and believe he is in charge. Let him show his hand.

If he comes — he’s pretending. If he doesn’t — he’s hiding something.

Either way… I win.

Hours passed and the croaking below grew louder.

The moon climbed higher. Still no knock on the door or footsteps, or messages…

Delilah finally lay back on her bed, her hands folded neatly over her stomach, her eyes open.

A small smile curving her lips. She isn't hurt or disappointed but rather amused…

“So…” she whispered softly to the ceiling,

“You’ve started moving without me, Delon.”

Her smile deepened.“Bad choice.”

Because the most dangerous people weren’t the loud ones. Not the warriors or the Alphas. It was the quiet ones. The ones who waited... The ones who let you think you were winning… Right until the moment you realized—You’d been walking into their trap all along.

And Delilah? She had always preferred patience over panic.

Tomorrow…She will start playing too.

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Knox-Shade Pack

Dawn crept slowly over Knox-Shade Pack, pale silver light bleeding through the mist like a wound that refused to close.

The night had passed without incident.

No sudden war horns, howls or spilling of blood.

And that… was exactly what felt wrong.

The pack should have been under attack by now.

Finn was not a patient man. He was impulsive, proud, and reckless to the bone. If he had truly marched with fifty trained wolves for a surprise assault, his border-patrol men should have heard and reported something hours ago — the clash of steel, the crack of trees breaking under hurried feet, the scent of unfamiliar wolves crossing the borders.

But there was nothing… Not even the faintest disturbance. Only silence. Too much silence.

Inside the Alpha estate, Knox stood beside the tall window of his chamber, already dressed despite the early hour.

The sky outside was still grey, the moon slowly hiding itself, yet sleep had abandoned him long ago. He hadn’t even tried to lie down again. His instincts wouldn’t allow it.

Something coiled tight in his chest, a quiet, nagging sensation his wolf refused to ignore.

This wasn’t the calm before battle. This was the calm after something had already gone terribly wrong.

“Send Gamma Ray to me,” he ordered one of the guards stationed outside the door.

Moments later, a firm knock sounded.

“Enter.”

Ray stepped in briskly, posture straight, fist pressed to his chest in respect.

“Alpha.”

Knox didn’t waste time with formalities.

“Any new reports?.”

Ray spoke clearly, efficiently, the way soldiers did. “All borders secured through the night. Patrols doubled. No breaches of soever. No unfamiliar scents detected. The sentries on the south ridge remained on high alert until sunrise. Nothing approached.”

Nothing?.

Knox’s gaze sharpened slightly. Not even a scouting party?. That alone made no sense.

Finn might be foolish, but he wasn’t suicidal enough to charge blindly without reconnaissance.

Unless—Or perhaps… he never made it this far at all..Knox folded his arms slowly.

“Send more scouts,” he said at last, voice calm but firm. “Wide radius. Not just the southern border.”

Ray frowned slightly. “Alpha?”

“Search west. North and near the forbidden region.”

The words made Ray blink.“The forbidden region?”

Knox nodded once.“If Finn were thinking clearly, he’d approach from the south. Everyone knows that’s the safest route. Which means if he didn’t…” His eyes darkened faintly. “Someone may have redirected him.”

Ray’s expression shifted from confusion to understanding.

A trap? Or manipulation? Or both?.

“I’ll send our fastest scouts immediately,” Ray said.

“And Ray,” Knox added quietly.

“Yes, Alpha?”

“Report anything unusual. Even if it seems insignificant.”

Ray bowed. “Understood.” He left at once.

The door shut with a soft click, leaving the room heavy with quiet.

Knox remained still for a long moment, staring out the window again.

The unease didn’t fade.If anything, it deepened.

Finn hated him. Hated him enough to wage war. That kind of hatred didn’t simply disappear overnight.

But still, Finn is his blood brother and doesn't want him dead no matter what.

So if he wasn’t coming…Then he couldn’t.

Which meant something — or someone — had intercepted him first.

Knox’s fingers tapped slowly against the wooden desk beside him, a steady, thoughtful rhythm.

Delon? The selfish council elders, Or his mistress?

The thought came uninvited. Too many of Finn’s recent decisions had reeked of poor strategy.

Charging recklessly, sending threats or

Ignoring diplomacy.

It didn’t feel like Finn’s pride alone anymore.

It felt… guided. Pushed. Like a chess piece.

And Knox had lived long enough to know one truth about pack politics: Fools rarely destroy themselves.

Someone smarter usually hands them the knife.

His jaw tightened slightly. If that was the case, then Nightclaw wasn’t just unstable.

It was rotting from the inside, and rot spread fast.

A quiet knock interrupted his thoughts.

Stefan entered, carrying documents, but paused when he noticed Knox’s expression.

“You didn’t sleep either, did you?” Stefan asked with a small sigh.

Knox gave a faint, humorless smile. “Would you?”

Stefan set the papers down. “Still no sign of them?”

“Nothing.”

Stefan swore under his breath. “That arrogant bastard threatened war for days. Now he vanishes?”

“That’s what worries me,” Knox said quietly.

Stefan looked up. “You think this is a trap?”

“No,” Knox replied. His gaze turned distant. “I think the trap wasn’t meant for us.”

The room fell silent.

Somewhere outside, the first morning birds began to sing… soft, normal, and peaceful.

But the peace felt wrong. It felt like the world was holding its breath.

Knox leaned back into his chair slowly, eyes half-lidded, mind already running through possibilities.

If Finn didn’t show by nightfall… If the scouts returned with strange reports…

Then the Nightclaw Pack wasn’t preparing for war.

It was preparing for a power shift, and power shifts were always bloodier than battles.

A faint, almost amused smile touched his lips.

“Today is going to be interesting,” he murmured to himself.

Because whether Finn arrived alive or not…

Someone, somewhere, had just made a very dangerous move.

And Knox intended to find out who.