My Alpha Mate Rejection Become His Regret

The crystal chandeliers of the grand hall swayed precariously, casting fractured light over the chaos that had erupted during the annual Eclipse Gala. Masked guests screamed as rival pack members, with their true forms, bursting forth, tore through the silks and splendors of the party. Alpha Damien’s eyes scanned the pandemonium. His chosen partner, Raphinae—a fierce she-wolf with eyes like amber fire—was already fighting back, her claws flashing. He started toward her, a growl building in his chest, ready to fight beside the strongest wolf he knew. Then he saw Jane. His fated mate. Given to him by a cruel twist of fate. Jane was without a wolf, fragile and seemingly helpless, pressed against a marble column as the violence surged around her. His mind raged against the injustice of it all—to be the most powerful Alpha in generations, only to be saddled with a wolfless mate he had ignored for seven years. Yet, as he moved to help Raphinae, a savage roar that was not his own echoed in his mind. It was his wolf, desperate and frantic, demanding him to go to Jane. He hated the weakness she represented, yet his very soul was being ripped in two, torn between his prideful choice and his predestined bond. Jane was cornered. She looked at Damien, the Alpha, siding with Raphinae, the strongest she-wolf of the pack. Inside her heart, she prayed to the Moon Goddess to help her. She knows her mate will not save her, so she has to fight on her own. She scanned around to look for something that she could use as a weapon, and she saw broken steel and glass. She took both of them, tore her dress and tied it, and she used them as a spear, hard and sharp enough for her to survive. She fights, and she stabs the enemy, one by one. She might be wolfless, but for her, that doesn't mean she is weak and slow. She has already trained herself hard enough to survive all this time. Damien's sharp grey eyes tracked Jane's movements across the chaotic ballroom. A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face as he watched her fight — not with the clumsy terror of a civilian, but with calculated precision. The way she handled the makeshift weapons, the way she moved despite being surrounded, was unexpected. His jaw tightened. Even after seven years trying to reject her, part of him couldn't help but acknowledge her resilience. She was not just surviving; she was fighting back. Raphinae lunged past him, taking down another opponent with brutal efficiency. "Damien! What are you waiting for? Help me finish these dogs!" But Damien didn't move immediately to join her side. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on Jane, watching as she dispatched another attacker with surprising skill. The primal instinct within him roared louder — protect her. But his pride held firm — she doesn't need any protection. Jane fought back, stabbed almost all the enemy surrounding her. Suddenly, she felt a sting in her arm, an enemy landed a claw on it. She hissed but kept fighting, blood trickled down. Another claw landed on her back, she screamed and kneeled because of the pain. She started to feel dizzy because of the blood loss and the hurt that she felt, but she kept struggling to stand. She made a loud scream, forcing herself to stand, looking at the enemies approaching her. She prayed hard to the Moon Goddess, her tears started flowing down, rejecting the faith of being beaten out. Suddenly, she felt a throb in her heart. Her heart pulsed hard, forcing her to kneel. She let out a growl, a loud growl. Her wolf had awakened suddenly. She screamed loudly as her body started to change. She changes form, not entirely wolf, but a humanoid form with long white glowing hair, sharp fangs, glowing eyes, and her wounds heal in an instant. She stands tall and starts to fight the enemies surrounding her effortlessly. The moment her scream tore through the chaos, Damien’s entire world shattered. He turned himself, looked at his mate, to find her new form. His pride, his logic, his carefully constructed defenses—crumbled in an instant. His piercing grey eyes widened, fixed on her transforming form. The sight of her wolf emerging, glowing and fierce, sent a primal shock wave through his entire being. He had spent seven years denying her, rejecting her, convincing himself that she was weak and insignificant. But now... Now she stood there, a creature of pure power and ferocity, healing from wounds that would have killed any ordinary person. The sight of her glowing white hair and fangs made his own wolf howl in recognition—a desperate, ecstatic sound that echoed only in his own mind. "Impossible," he breathed, the word barely audible over the din of battle. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles white. Jane fights all the enemies who come towards her. She swiped them all using her homemade spear effortlessly, then she surged around to wipe out the others. The transformation shook Damien to his core. One moment, she was bleeding and vulnerable, kneeling in pain. The next, a creature of radiant power emerged—a hybrid form he'd never seen before, half-human, half-wolf, glowing with an otherworldly energy. Her wounds vanished as if they had never been there. He watched, transfixed, as Jane moved with impossible speed and grace. The makeshift spear became an extension of her will, cutting through opponents with terrifying efficiency. Each strike was precise, deadly. She was not just fighting; she was dancing through the chaos, a whirlwind of vengeance. "By the gods..." Raphinae's voice came from behind him, filled with disbelief. She had paused her own combat to stare at Jane's display. "What is that?" Damien's throat felt tight. All his beliefs about strength and weakness were being shredded before his eyes. Jane surged around, wiped out the surrounding enemies, and helped the others who were in trouble, then she ran towards Damien and Raphinae to join their fight. As Jane surged toward him, Damien's protective instincts flared violently. He moved to intercept her, positioning himself between her and the remaining enemies threatening Raphinae. His movements were automatic, driven by the primal need to shield his mate—even if he still refused to admit that's what Jane was. "You've done enough," he commanded, his voice rough with an emotion he wouldn't name. "Get behind us. We'll handle the rest." But even as he spoke, his grey eyes couldn't stop drinking in the sight of Jane fighting alongside them. Her movements were fluid, deadly beautiful—every strike delivering maximum damage while conserving energy. The glowing aura around her seemed to repel enemy attacks, making her nearly untouchable. Raphinae fought beside him now too, her amber eyes wide with astonishment as she watched Jane's display. "She's incredible," she breathed between strikes. "I've never seen anything like it." Damien's mind raced as he fought back-to-back with Raphinae, now joined by this newly formidable version of Jane. Every swing of Jane's makeshift spear was executed with lethal precision, clearing away enemies faster than either of them could alone. "This changes everything," Raphinae said through gritted teeth as she decapitated an opponent. Her voice carried a mix of awe and calculation. "We underestimated her completely. That power, it's beyond anything I've ever seen." Damien didn't respond verbally. His jaw was clenched tight, his grey eyes darting between Jane's fluid movements and the remaining threats surrounding them. The primal instinct within him roared with possessive pride—his mate was not weak after all—but his logical mind struggled to reconcile this revelation with seven years of denial. He shifted position subtly, placing himself slightly ahead of both women to absorb incoming attacks. "Focus on the leaders," Jane nods and surges forward, swiping her spear at the enemies ahead, clearing the way to the leader. "Damien, Raphinae, go ahead!" she screamed, giving them directions to attack the leader as the path had been cleared. Damien's expression hardened at her command, his grey eyes flashing with a blend of irritation and grudging respect. No one had given him orders since he took the Alpha title as a teenager. "Don't get ahead of yourself," he growled back, though he followed her lead without hesitation. His large frame moved with predatory grace as he charged toward the enemy leader, claws extending from his fingertips. Raphinae shot Jane a quick glance of approval before sprinting alongside Damien. "She's got good instincts," she commented, her amber eyes gleaming with renewed enthusiasm for the fight. The three of them converged on the rival Alpha—a massive wolf hybrid covered in scars and bloodlust. The final confrontation began in earnest amidst the wreckage of the gala hall. As Damien engaged the leader directly—claws versus claws—their combined assault forced the enemy onto the defensive. The enemy leader roared, a sound that vibrated through the very floorboards of the shattered hall. He swung a massive fist at Damien, who caught it with one hand, the impact sending a shockwave through his arm. "Now!" Damien barked. Raphinae moved like lightning, her claws raking across the leader's flank. The beast snarled, spinning to lash out at her, but Jane was already there. Her makeshift spear pierced through his shoulder with sickening ease, pinning him momentarily in place. The leader's eyes went wide as he looked at Jane—not with fear, but with a sudden, terrifying realization. "You..." he wheezed, blood bubbling at his lips. "A Moon-Touched..." Damien froze. The term struck him like a physical blow. He knew the legends—rare, ancient beings born of the Goddess herself, possessing strength that dwarfed even the most powerful Alphas. "Damien, now!" Jane screamed at him to finish the fight. Damien didn't hesitate. Jane's voice cut through the roar of battle like a clarion call, stripping away the last of his hesitation. He launched himself forward, his body a blur of raw, controlled power. His claws extended to their full length, glistening with the tension of the fight. With a guttural roar that tore from the depths of his chest, he drove both hands into the enemy leader's throat. The impact was brutal. The rival Alpha's eyes rolled back, his massive frame convulsing once before going limp. Damien held him there for a second longer than necessary, his grey eyes burning with a ferocity that seemed directed at more than just the man in his grip. He released the body, and it slumped to the floor with a heavy thud. Silence fell over the grand hall, broken only by the crackle of fallen chandeliers and the heavy breathing of the survivors. Jane paused for a while, watching the enemy, staying alert for any sign of an attack. Damien stood over the fallen leader, his chest heaving, blood dripping from his knuckles onto the marble floor. His grey eyes drifted toward Jane, watching the way she held her spear, her glowing white hair still shimmering in the dim light. She was scanning the perimeter, teeth bared, ready to strike again. The sight of Jane—powerful, luminous creature—sent a jolt through him that he couldn't suppress anymore. It was the bond. The bond between him and her feels undeniable now. Raphinae approached him, wiping blood from her cheek with the back of her hand. She looked at Jane, then at Damien, her expression unreadable. "The rest of them are scattering," she said quietly. "We need to secure the perimeter and check for survivors." Damien didn't move. His gaze remained locked on Jane. "Jane," he said, her name sounding strange and heavy on his tongue after seven years of silence. Damien took a step toward her, his boots crunching on broken glass. The distance between them felt miles wide despite the few feet of marble separating them.