Rejected By My Mate: Claimed By The Alpha

Inner wolf

Seraphina’s POV

The road stretched ahead of me, dark and endless, headlights slicing through the night. The mansion was long behind me now, swallowed by the distance, but the weight of it still sat heavy on my chest.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter.

Silence filled the car, except for the steady hum of the engine—and the low growl echoing in the back of my mind.

Nyra, my wolf was restless.

She hadn’t been quiet all night, but now that I was alone, she was louder. Pacing. Snarling. Not at the world… but at me.

“You let him humiliate us.”

I flinched slightly. Not physically, but inside.

She wasn’t wrong.

Tonight had been the final crack in something that had been breaking for a while now.

And yet… I had stood there. Endured it. Watched Karl claim another woman like I had meant nothing.

The memory of his voice echoed in my head.

“I reject you.”

And worse—

“She doesn’t deserve you.”

My nails dug into the leather of the wheel.

I hated how much I had given him. Three years of my life. Quiet loyalty. Obedience. And still, I had never been enough.

“He was never ours.” My wolf’s voice was low now. Sullen. “We just… wanted him to be.”

I sighed and stared out into the empty road.

I thought back to the first time I met Karl. The Alpha everyone wanted. Strong. Respected. Charismatic.

My wolf had stirred then, curious—but not sure. She hadn’t howled with joy or surged forward to claim him.

It had been more like a flicker. A shrug.

But I was young and naive. I mistook the flicker for fate.

I tried to force the bond. To force us to love him. To be loved.

We had convinced ourselves that eventually, something deeper would awaken.

It never did.

And then… tonight happened.

And in the middle of the chaos, the shame, the whispers—

There was him.

Lucien Drax.

Even thinking his name sent a strange shiver down my spine.

Our eyes had met for only a moment. But it felt like it lasted longer than the rest of the night combined.

And my wolf… stirred.

She had lifted her head—alert, curious, cautious.

She hadn’t growled. She hadn’t retreated.

She had watched.

Just like he had.

“Him.” Her voice was almost a whisper now, trailing across my mind like a breeze brushing through leaves.

“Stop,” I said aloud, shaking my head. “He’s just another Alpha.”

“Not like Karl,” she replied, calm. Certain.

I rolled my eyes and focused on the road.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s not happening. Not now. Not ever again.”

She didn’t answer. But I could feel her there—awake now. Watching. Waiting.