Rejected by My Alpha

THE SUMMONS

“She’s back.”

Maren did not knock before entering my study. That alone told me how shaken she was.

I looked up from the documents on my desk and held her gaze. “Where?”

“At the gates. She’s already inside.”

Her voice was too steady. When Maren was afraid, she tightened her control instead of losing it. I had seen it happen before, though never because of one person.

“What did you feel?” I asked.

She hesitated only a second. “Power.”

That confirmed what I already suspected.

Three months in the Veilwood had not killed Seraphina. It had awakened her.

I closed the file in front of me. The room felt suddenly smaller, the air sharper. My wolf, who had been tense for days without explanation, rose fully to attention beneath my skin.

“Bring her.”

Maren did not move. “You don’t understand. She’s not the same.”

“I know.”

“No,” she said, the word snapping harder than usual. “You don’t. She walked through the gates like she owned the ground. The guards didn’t stop her. They couldn’t.”

Good, I thought before I could stop myself. Very good.

It was a cruel thing to feel satisfaction when the woman I had broken returned stronger because of what I had done. But satisfaction came anyway, tangled up with guilt and relief and something much more dangerous.

Hope.

“Bring her,” I repeated.

Maren searched my face for a long second, then turned and left.

The moment the door shut, I leaned back in my chair and let myself breathe once.

This was the moment I had been building toward since the Blood Moon. For three months I had opened old records, dug through my father’s lies, mapped every threat tied to the Veilborn bloodline, and prepared for one possibility above all others.

Seraphina would survive.

And if she survived, she would return furious.

My wolf stirred harder. Not restless. Not uncertain.

Alert.

Before the Blood Moon, he had barely reacted to her at all. Seraphina had moved through the estate like a shadow, quiet enough to be overlooked. But now he felt her somewhere beyond the walls like heat behind a closed door.

That unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.

If she understood why I rejected her, there might still be a path through this.

If she didn’t, there would be war in her eyes the moment she stepped inside.

The door opened.

Seraphina walked in without lowering her gaze.

She had changed in ways no report could have prepared me for. The softness of invisibility was gone. In its place stood something sharpened and dangerous, held together by iron control. Her presence entered the room before her body did. Even the silence bent around it.

My wolf surged once, fierce and immediate.

Mate.

I forced myself still.

Everything from this moment forward would depend on what I said next.

And on whether the woman standing in front of me wanted truth more than revenge.

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