LOGINAs I sat in the police station with Yvonne Harper, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, waiting for bail arrangements to be made, the decision loomed. One of us could go home tonight. My mate, Alpha Jackson, chose to take her. "Nicole, just wait for me one more night. I’ll come back for you tomorrow," he said. He was worried about her fragile health, but he didn’t care about my fear of the dark. Later, I called him. My voice was steady, though my heart ached. "Jackson," I began, "for the past few years, I’ve been waiting for you." "But I won’t wait forever."
View MoreThe 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
In the end, I lent him the soy sauce.Consider it a form of gratitude.Besides, maintaining a good relationship with neighbors is essential.The days after leaving Alpha Jackson were strangely quiet. Other than work, my life suddenly had a lot more free time—time that used to be spent wrapped up in his world, entangled in his presence.But it wasn’t all bad. I had more opportunities to focus on things I actually wanted to do, like learning oil painting, which I’d always been curious about.On my way back home with the supplies, a shiver crawled up my spine. My wolf stirred uneasily. I wasn’t alone.I kept walking, my grip tightening on the bag in my hands. Footsteps echoed behind me, matching my pace. Every time I turned to look, the street was empty, but the scent lingered—faint yet distinct.My heart pounded.Then, the footsteps sped up.Panic kicked in. I bolted, dropping my supplies in the process. “Ahhh—!”A strong hand grabbed me from behind, stopping me mid-run.“Why are you run
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
Alpha Jackson froze for a second, his eyes flickering with something unreadable.He hadn’t expected me to say that.The imprint of my slap was still visible on his face, a stark red against his otherwise flawless skin.Finally, he spoke, his voice low and careful."I don’t dislike you."I let out a sharp laugh. don’t dislike? That was the best he could come up with?But Jackson wasn’t done."Nicole, if I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t be reacting like this."He hesitated, his brows drawing together as he carefully chose his next words."Just for slandering Yvonne, I would have taken you back to the police station again"That hit harder than I wanted to admit.I felt my stomach drop.As expected, Yvonne had struck first again.I swallowed, my voice quieter this time."If I told you she’s lying and that I’m the real victim, who would you believe?"Would you… believe me?I didn’t even need to ask. His answer was written all over his face.He didn’t.If I hadn’t lived through it myself,


















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