Rejected By My Alpha Mate
kdrop to her encounter with Ryel, became a haven for contemplation. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Mila
at the edges of her consciousness, like elusive shadows slipping through the cracks. Dre
herself drawn to the park where she had first encountered Ryel. The air was thick with nostalgia
. Yet, he couldn't suppress the yearning that echoed in his wolfish heart. As Mila st
the syllables carrying a w
ity in her gaze. The park seemed to hold its breath as
an, his voice a gentle murmur. "But I can't help won
conscious. "I've been dreaming," she confessed, the admission bringing a sense of vulnerability. "Dreams of a
an time or distance. It transcends the barriers of the mundane world. You a
leaves overhead providing a backdrop to the unspoken words hangin
"I want to understand the whispers in my dreams and the echoes
"Let me help you, Mila. Together, we can
of familiar scents – the earthy aroma of the forest, the musky scent of wolves, and the intoxicating sweetness of
an recounting tales of their shared past, weaving a narrative that resonated with Mila's dreams. The moon
the moonlight. Ryel's eyes held a mixture of nostalgia and anticipation
whispers to wash over her. Flashes of moments long buried surged forward – the laughter shared under the
lign. "I remember," she breathed, the weight of realization settling in her chest.
e of relief and joy washing over him. "You came b
ove that had withstood the test of time. The moon, a silent spectator, bathed the reuni
esilience of a bond that had transcended hardship and adversity. The journey was far from over, but with each step,
echoes of their history mingled with the present. Ryel gazed at Mila, his
st, to forge a new path together," Ryel said, hi
o explore this connection, Ryel. I want to understand the de
of remembrance, once elusive, now echoed with clarity. The city lights flickered in the distance, a reflection of the
intertwined destinies. The moon watched over them, a silent guardian, as they embr