My Alpha Bail Out His beloved, Leaving Me in Custody

Everything that followed seemed to fall into place naturally.On weekends, I would go watch his sparring matches, marveling at the raw power in his movements, the effortless way he dodged and struck. Even among the most talented young wolves, Alpha Jackson stood out—his instincts razor-sharp, his dominance undeniable.And out of all the people offering him water after a grueling fight, he would only drink the one I brought."Gotta make sure my girl didn’t poison me," he’d joke, flashing a grin before downing it in one gulp.When the weather turned chilly, he’d drape his jacket over my shoulders without a word, pretending not to notice the teasing whistles from his friends. But I saw the way his ears turned red, and I lived for it.Alpha Jackson introduced me to his social circle, a mix of future warriors, betas, and carefree nobles who all treated me with surprising warmth. Because of him, I made an effort to be more outgoing, to fit into his world.And eventually, I did.But one eveni

When I walked out of the police station, my heart was eerily calm. I suppose that’s what happens when disappointment becomes a habit. Even a police officer who barely knew me could see how laughable my position was in Alpha Jackson’s heart. Before leaving, I thanked the officer—not for his help, but for not letting Alpha Jackson bail me out alongside him. Because of that, I could finally see the truth clearly. The officer’s expression shifted at my words, his usual teasing demeanor fading. "Take care of yourself, Luna." I flinched. That title didn’t belong to me anymore. I don’t remember how I made it back home. All I knew was that the Alpha who had promised to pick me up on time—my Alpha—was fast asleep on the couch. The scent of another wolf clung to the air, soft but unmistakable. Floral. Sweet. Sickening. A terrible thought struck me, and I rushed straight to the bedroom. The moment I pushed open the door, I saw her. Yvonne Harper, sprawled across my bed,

I had left in a hurry, packing only a few essentials. As I walked, I scrolled through my contacts and found my old landlord’s number.Back then, we had gotten along well, and she had once told me, “If you ever need a place again, just call me.”I wasn’t sure if she had meant it, but at this point, I had nothing to lose.The call connected on the second ring."Nicole! What a surprise!" she greeted warmly.Relief flooded me. After a brief conversation, she confirmed she had a vacant room. A quick negotiation later, I was on my way, suitcase in tow.I didn’t even hesitate.Block.By the time I signed the lease and unpacked, night had fallen. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I had barely eaten all day.I grabbed my keys, ready to head to the supermarket.But the moment I stepped outside, the door across the hall creaked open.A man stepped out, drying his damp hair with a towel.I froze.It was him.The officer from the police station."What are you doing here?" I blurted out before

The words finally escaped my lips."I, Nicole Woolridge, reject you, Jackson Byrd, as my mate."The wind that day was relentless. It tangled my hair, stung my cheeks, and blurred my view of his face. Maybe that was for the best.For the first time, I couldn’t read him. Sadness, regret, determination, perhaps even sorrow—I couldn’t tell. But my wolf felt it. A rejection wasn’t just words to a werewolf. It was a severing of something primal, something written into our very bones. Our wolves howled in protest, but mine was silent, still. She had made her choice long ago.After a long, drawn-out silence, Jackson’s eyes darkened to the deep red hue of a wolf on the edge of shifting. Yet, somehow, he smiled."Are you with him now?" he asked suddenly.I froze, caught off guard, and didn’t answer. My wolf stirred, uneasy.He seemed to understand anyway, nodding as if something had finally clicked into place."I, Jackson Byrd, accept your rejection." he said quietly, his voice heavy. His claws