Rejected By The Alpha: The Starlet's Return

On my eighteenth birthday, as my bones broke and reshaped for my First Shift, I looked up at Autry from the cold marble floor. The Alpha. My guardian. And as the moon decided, my Fated Mate. I reached a trembling hand toward him, desperate for the bond to settle the agony tearing me apart. Instead, he recoiled. "I reject you," he spat, his voice devoid of emotion. Beside him, his Beta mistress smirked, wearing a diamond bought with his pack's debt. He didn't reject me because I was unfaithful; he broke our soul bond because I was a "charity-case Omega" with no political value. He threw a check onto the floor, letting it land in a pool of my own sweat, and gave me one hour to get out. But exile wasn't enough for them. To ensure I couldn't return, they framed me. While I was bleeding out at the border, they released doctored photos accusing me of sleeping with Rogues, destroying my reputation just to save his poll numbers with the council. I watched a livestream of them bulldozing my mother's rose garden, laughing as they erased my existence. He thought I would die in the wild. He thought the rejection had killed my wolf. Five years later, I stepped out of a limousine in front of his corporate tower. I wasn't the scrawny orphan anymore. I was J.B., the face of Vogue, carrying the awakened power of the rare White Wolf bloodline. Autry rushed to meet me, eyes glowing gold, thinking he could simply snap his fingers and get his mate back. He didn't notice the massive sapphire ring on my finger. Or the Alpha of the European Silver Mist Pack standing behind me, ready to tear his throat out if he took one more step.

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Chapter 5

Jayme POV:

Artificial rain poured down, hiding my tears. Autry was on top of me, shielding me. His heart hammered against my chest—a rhythm I knew too well.

His pupils were blown wide. Even rejected, biology is a stubborn thing.

He leaned down, gaze dropping to my lips.

"Jayme," he breathed.

He was going to kiss me. After the humiliation. After treating me like garbage.

I felt sick.

I shoved his chest. "Get off me!"

Autry blinked, looking wounded, as if I were the traitor. He rolled off, groaning.

I scrambled up. Kenan was running over, fury on his face.

"Hurt?" Kenan asked, ignoring Autry. He wrapped a towel around me, his pine scent cutting through Autry's pheromones like a knife.

"I'm fine," I shivered.

"Look at that!" Cassie screeched, snapping photos of Autry on the ground. "My hero! Saving the clumsy help."

That night, my world imploded again.

My phone blew up.

BREAKING: Disgraced Omega Jayme Barnes caught in scandalous orgy with Rogues!

Grainy photos. A woman who looked like me entangled with three rough men in an alley.

User1: No wonder Autry dumped her.

User2: Slut.

"No," I whispered.

I zoomed in. The woman's back was smooth.

I ran to the mirror. On my left shoulder blade sat a crescent birthmark.

It was a setup.

I stormed out, heading for Autry’s villa.

I didn't knock. I shoved the doors open. The guards stepped aside, sensing the murderous intent rolling off me.

"Autry!"

The house smelled of musk, sweat, and post-coital wolves.

I walked into the living room. Autry was buttoning his shirt. Cassie lounged on the sofa in a silk robe, smirking.

Autry looked up. Fresh red scratch marks marred his neck. Cassie's claim.

"Jayme," Autry said, annoyed. "You shouldn't be here."

I held up my phone. "Did you do this?"

He glanced at the screen. Not surprised.

"The PR team thought it necessary," he said calmly. "The council asked why I rejected a Fated Mate. We needed a cause. Moral turpitude was the easiest path."

The room spun. "You... you framed me as a whore? To save your poll numbers?"

"It's just a story, Jayme," he stepped closer. "Nobody takes Rogue rumors seriously. Disappear for a few years. I'll wire more money. Take the blame, and this goes away."

He reached for my shoulder.

Smack.

I slapped his hand away.

"I thought you were a victim of tradition," I whispered. "But you're just rot, Autry. You're a disease."

"Careful, Omega," Cassie giggled.

I turned to her. My vision went white. A surge of ancient, cold power rushed through me.

"And you," I said, my voice sounding doubled, resonant. "Enjoy him. You deserve each other."

I walked out.

"Jayme!" Autry roared. "I command you to stop!"

His command was wind against a mountain.

I walked into the night. I was done being a victim.

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