Seventeen Times Forgotten: Rejecting My Alpha Mate

Chapter 4

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pon the kitchen, as if th

f food. His eyes suddenly stopped at my

into a low, dangerous Alpha rumble. He took a step close

answer, his phone rang. The sc

ered it im

hot. My skin is burning." She was faking The Heat. "I cannot control it," she whimpe

ils contracted abruptly, the muscles in his jaw bunching from the strain,

oice dripping with extreme gentlene

ble. He ran out of the front door. The

ain. He stripped away my last c

e bedroom and pulled out my suitcase. I only pa

ext from Ethan: I will be home at 8 PM

the clock.

rk. Tiffany had posted a new picture. It showed Ethan's strong arm wrapping around her waist. She had deliberately pulled

y app and checked the progress of the sma

through the Mind-Link.

, his voice echoed back, sounding annoyed. I have

nection. I watche

deleted the last photo of Ethan and me. The doorbell

n and played a video from nine years ago. It was the recording of our Recognition Ritual. I w

my tears were falling into the icing. It was a birt

as standing in the b

ly upset. It is her birthday week. I am s

my shoulders. I felt light

the Mind-Link one last time. I pushed my voice deep into hi

ct you, Ethan

shut the d

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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."”