Seventeen Times Forgotten: Rejecting My Alpha Mate

Chapter 2

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glowed in the dim light. Alpha Howard's face appeared on the video

ck has been waiting for your talent for years. We are bleeding market share to the Ital

. "I will cross the border and leav

s in Paris," he promised. "You will be trea

only eight o'clock in the evening. Ethan almost never came

rgetic. He reached into his pocket and

hey were VIP tickets to the Royal Lycan Gladiator Tournamen

self a glass of water. "She helped me sort out a mes

of old ink and the specific perfume of the ticket vendor. The scent was stale. He had bought

ome face and decided

oking at his eyes. "Do you

ed, looking genuinely confuse

lake. Today was my birthday. It was also

g," I w

ss down. "I know you have been moody late

e an Omega," he said, his voice taking on that lecturing tone. "Yo

. "I cannot always stop to hold your hand. You need to be stronger. I need a Luna wh

he light glinting off its face. "I have

d toward

I forced a smile onto my face. "Can you bring me a matcha

id without tu

now. "When you get back, I have something ver

ter," he agreed, clearly not

sound unnaturally loud in

Paris. My inner wolf curled up in the dark corners of my mind. S

r tickets to another woman. He had forgotten my birthday.

him. The countdown had begun. And this t

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Seventeen Times Forgotten: Rejecting My Alpha Mate

Kinship Werewolf

“I was the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, mated to Alpha Ethan for nine years. But when my inner wolf was severely damaged, he spent all his time with Tiffany, a new Omega assistant. On my birthday and our mating anniversary, he completely forgot the rare moonstone I desperately needed to heal my fractured soul. Instead, he bought VIP gladiator tickets for Tiffany. Worse, when I was pale and weak, he carelessly handed me a healing potion laced with silver-the one element that could burn a werewolf alive. When I pointed out the poison, he just shrugged impatiently and told me to throw it away and eat bread. Before I could even process the heartbreak, Tiffany called, faking a heat fever. Ethan immediately rushed out of the house to comfort her, leaving me alone. In just three months, he had abandoned me seventeen times for another woman's artificial scent. I didn't understand how the boy who once took a feral rogue's bite to save my life could now casually hand me death. Why did my nine years of devotion mean less than a fake Omega's tears? The last thread holding my soul to his simply vanished. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to Paris, and opened the ancient Mind-Link. "I, Mia, reject you, Ethan, as my mate."”