Rejected by My Alpha

THE RETURN

They saw me before I reached the gates.

That alone told me how much I had changed.

Before the Blood Moon, I could move through Silver Ridge like a ghost. Heads never turned. Conversations never paused. I existed in the background like something useful but forgettable.

Now the guards straightened the moment I came into view.

Their wolves reacted first. Their eyes widened. One of them took an instinctive step back before he caught himself.

Good.

I kept walking.

The morning air smelled of pine, stone, and pack territory. Familiar. Once, that scent had meant home to me. Now it felt like a memory wrapped around a battlefield.

“Seraphina?” one guard said, as if he wasn’t sure the name still belonged to me.

“Yes.”

Silence answered. Then they moved aside.

No one tried to stop me.

The estate looked smaller than I remembered. Not physically smaller. Less powerful. Like a place built to contain me had suddenly become too small for what I had become.

Servants froze when I passed. Wolves who used to ignore me stared openly. Confusion, curiosity, unease. I could feel all of it brushing against my skin. The new senses the Veilwood had sharpened in me picked up every emotional ripple.

Let them look, I thought. Let them wonder what came back from the forest.

“Seraphina.”

I stopped at the sound of Maren Holt’s voice.

She stood at the top of the stairs, perfect as ever, every inch the Beta’s daughter. But her eyes gave her away.

Fear.

Not a flicker this time. A real, living thing.

“You went into the Veilwood,” she said.

“Yes.”

“Wolves who go in there don’t come back.”

“Not all wolves,” I said.

The courtyard went still around us.

Maren studied me in the tense silence, searching my face for something familiar, something weak enough to reassure her.

She did not find it.

“What are you?” she asked quietly.

The question pleased me more than it should have.

“Something you should have been more careful with.”

Her breath caught. There it was again—that layered guilt I had felt in the Veilwood whenever I remembered her expression before the ceremony. Not simple cruelty. Something older. Something buried.

She recovered quickly. “You need to leave. You were rejected. You have no place here.”

I stepped forward once.

Her wolf flinched.

“You should be very careful telling me where I belong,” I said softly.

The silence deepened. Every wolf in the courtyard felt it.

Maren’s composure cracked for half a second, then returned. “I’ll inform the Alpha that you’ve returned.”

“You should.”

I held her gaze until the pressure became unbearable, then smiled.

“And tell him this. I know.”

That was enough.

All the color drained from her face. She turned too quickly and disappeared into the estate.

Whispers broke open in the courtyard the moment she left, but I no longer cared what they said.

Because for the first time since walking through those gates, something tightened in my chest that was not fear and not anger.

Anticipation.

I was about to see Caelum Drake again.

And this time, I would not be the girl he humiliated under the Blood Moon.

This time, I would be the woman who came back from the Veilwood alive.

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