The Alpha Who Can’t Forget
705 Words
It’s been three moons since I rejected her.
Three moons, and I still see her every damn night.
The moment plays over and over in my mind — her face when I said the words, the light dying in her eyes, the bond snapping like a blade through my chest.
I thought it would make me stronger.
Instead, it’s killing me slowly.
I stand on the balcony of the Blackwood mansion, staring at the forest that swallowed her. The air is cold, sharp. The same air she ran through that night.
The pack thinks I’m the hero. The Alpha who put duty before desire.
But they don’t know the truth.
They don’t know the reason.
They don’t know that rejecting her was the only way to keep her alive.
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“Alpha?”
My Beta, Marcus, steps out from the shadows. Loyal, efficient — and too observant for his own good.
“Report,” I snap.
He hesitates. “There’s been talk among the border patrol. Rogues have been sighted near the eastern ridge. Organized ones. They don’t attack — they watch.”
My jaw tightens. Rogues watching Blackwood territory? That’s suicide. Unless they have a reason.
“Any idea who leads them?”
He shakes his head. “No one’s sure. But they say she’s different. Powerful. Some even call her… the Rogue Queen.”
The words hit like a punch to the gut.
My hand tightens around the balcony rail. “A queen?” I echo, forcing a laugh that sounds too hollow. “Rogues don’t have queens.”
Marcus shrugs. “This one might. She’s been freeing captives from other packs. Striking trade deals. She’s building something, Jason. Something big.”
I wave him away before my mask cracks. “Leave it. I’ll handle it.”
He bows and disappears, leaving me alone with the ghosts in my chest.
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The Rogue Queen.
The name slithers through my mind like a curse.
Something inside me already knows who she is — even before I admit it.
Because the bond I broke still burns.
Because no matter how far she is, I can still feel her heartbeat when the moon is full.
I thought rejection would sever everything.
But it didn’t.
It only hid the truth.
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Later that night, I walk through the training grounds, fists bare, punching until my knuckles bleed. The others don’t dare approach me.
They see their Alpha — cold, disciplined, unbreakable.
They don’t see the man who wakes up reaching for a ghost.
Why did you come back into my dreams, Nora?
I remember the way she used to laugh when she thought no one was listening. The way she’d talk to the moon as if it could hear her. The way she always believed love could heal even the darkest soul.
She was wrong.
Because mine can’t be healed.
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In my office, a faint scent drifts through the air — wildflowers and rain. Her scent.
It shouldn’t be possible. But it’s there. Lingering. Mocking me.
I close my eyes, and for a moment, I swear I hear her voice.
Soft. Cold.
You’ll regret it, Jason.
My chest tightens painfully. I pour whiskey into a glass and down it in one swallow, but the burn doesn’t help.
Nothing does.
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Marcus bursts in again, breathless. “Alpha, you need to see this.”
He hands me a piece of parchment sealed with black wax — an unfamiliar emblem burned into it.
A crescent moon wrapped in flame.
I tear it open.
> To the Alpha who left his Luna beneath the blood moon.
You took everything from her. Now, she takes it back.
— The Rogue Queen
My heart stops.
The glass shatters in my hand, blood mixing with whiskey.
And for the first time since that night, I feel fear.
Not for my pack.
Not for myself.
But for what I’ve unleashed.
Because the Luna I left behind… isn’t the same woman anymore.
And deep down, a part of me doesn’t want to fight her.
A part of me wants her
to find me.
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To destroy me.
Or to save me.
I don’t know which I deserve.
But either way… the storm has begun.
- Writer
