Rejected By My Mate: Claimed By The Alpha

She dared

Seraphina’s POV

I needed to breathe.

The ballroom, the whispers, the rejection—it was all a blur now. I stood there for a moment longer, letting the noise fade behind me as I slipped out the back entrance.

One step. Then another. My heels clicked against the stone path that connected the event hall to the main house—the mansion that belonged to Karl.

His home. Not mine. Not anymore.

The night air was cool against my skin, but it did little to clear my thoughts. I had to pull myself together. No more cracking. No more trembling hands.

As I neared the front of the estate, the mansion rose into view—elegant, tall, proud, like the man who owned it. Its white stone walls and glass-panelled windows gleamed under the moonlight, looking more like a display piece than a home.

I paused at the foot of the steps.

That’s where he is.

Karl.

With her.

I took a breath. Steady. Controlled. Whatever I saw inside, I wouldn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.

I climbed the stairs, each one heavier than the last, and pushed open the main doors.

Inside, the staff were scattered, busy pretending not to notice me—but I saw the quick glances. I heard the whispers.

She got rejected.

Is she really still here?

Poor girl.

I bit down on my cheek to stop the heat from rushing to my face. Don’t cry. Don’t react. Don’t feel.

The butler, Mr. Hamlin, approached from the hallway. The man had been nothing but kind since the day I first arrived here. He looked tired now. Sad.

“Miss Seraphina,” he said quietly, voice low so others wouldn’t hear. “Alpha Karl said… you should pack your things and leave.”

I met his eyes.

He didn’t have to say it aloud, but I saw it anyway—pity.

And I hated it.

“I understand,” I replied, my voice sharp but polite.

This wasn’t his fault. I didn’t hold anything against him. But I didn’t need his sympathy either.

I walked past him without another word, heading for the grand staircase. My room was still upstairs. For now.

But as I reached the landing, something made me stop.

The door to Karl’s bedroom—slightly open.

And from inside, their voices. Loud. Careless.

Sabrina’s voice rose above the rest, practically singing.

“I can’t wait for us to get married! I’m so glad you dumped that lowlife Seraphina. She didn’t deserve you.”

I froze.

For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

Lowlife.

I clenched my fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms.

She dared.

I could take humiliation. I could even stomach rejection. But disrespect?

No.

I would pack my bags. I would walk out of this house. But I wouldn’t forget this.

Neither of them would get away with it.