Rejected and Humiliated

Since that fateful day, my world had spiraled into an even tighter orbit around him, consumed by an unrelenting pull.

A year on, disbelief still clawed at me—I couldn't fathom that he was truly mine, that we were bound as mates.

Yet, beneath the surface, cracks widened; reality clashed violently with the flawless paradise I'd envisioned, leaving me grappling with the harsh truth of imperfection.

We were immersed in preparations for the roles we'd assume when he turned 21, officially stepping into his father's shoes as Alpha Drake's successor. My lifelong dream of becoming his Luna was on the brink of reality—I'd stand proudly by his side, his unwavering partner.

The thought alone sent my heart racing with exhilaration, a thrill I could scarcely contain.

Even now, disbelief gripped me; it felt unreal.

I gazed at him with the same aching longing and desire as before, but now, his eyes mirrored mine—he was mine, utterly and exclusively, and I belonged to him.

But darkness descended swiftly.

One day, I approached his eerily silent mansion, clutching a food package I'd painstakingly prepared all day.

The place was deserted, save for muffled sounds emanating from Alpha Drake's room.

"Oh! D*mn... Taylor... make it faster!" The words dripped with intimacy, shattering my world.

I froze, torn between fleeing and confronting the truth, my body electrified by a searing pain that hinted at the betrayal I dreaded.

Curiosity, laced with dread, overpowered me. I nudged the door open a crack.

There, Taylor stood with his back to me, entangled in a passionate act with Ennik.

Shock silenced me; I clamped a hand over my mouth, the package slipping from my grasp with a deafening thud.

Taylor whirled around, his face draining of color as he spotted me. They halted abruptly, and he lunged toward me, desperation in his voice.

“Lori...” he pleaded, his tone laced with anguish, as if the act tormented him too. “I can explain everything, Lori...”

He reached out, but I bolted from the mansion, barricading myself in the car.

Betrayal clawed at my chest, my heart splintering into a million pieces.

Taylor pursued relentlessly, pounding on the window, but I shut him out.

“Leave me alone, Taylor!” I sobbed, raw pain tearing through my voice.

He finally cornered me, attempting to soothe the storm raging within.

“I said leave me alone! I don’t wanna talk to you!” I shrieked, shoving him back with all my might.

“Lori, I... I don't know how to explain this to you.” He stammered, words failing him as I wrestled with the crushing weight of his infidelity.

“Why? Why did you do it?! Why did you cheat on me with another woman?! Why could you never love me the way I love you?!” I demanded, my voice cracking with raw fury and anguish, desperate for answers that could mend the fractures in my soul.

“It just h-happened. I’m sorry.” He stammered, fumbling for words, his apology hanging weakly in the air like a lifeline I couldn't grasp.

Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I stared at him, my eyes a storm of sorrow and searing hatred. “Kick her out if you want me to stay by your side. Kick her out right now!” I insisted, clinging to a shred of hope, but his next words shattered me further, twisting the knife deeper into my bleeding heart.

“I can’t, Lori... I—“

“You choose her over me? You still love her, don't you?” My body trembled uncontrollably, hot tears blurring my vision as betrayal coiled like venom in my veins.

“I-I... uhm.” He rubbed the back of his neck, uncharacteristically speechless, his hesitation a deafening confirmation.

“You can’t give me an absolute answer. That means it's true—you haven't forgotten her yet.” I shook my head violently, sobs wracking my frame. “Say it now! Say your rejection now!”

“Lori... I—“

“Say it, Taylor!”

Taylor shook his head, denying my plea, each refusal amplifying the agony ripping through me.

“Do it as you fucking her!” I screamed, my voice echoing my shattered spirit.

“Well!” Taylor retorted sharply.

I fled from him in that instant, bolting to the farthest bar from the pack house, my mind a whirlwind of despair and rage.

In a haze of frustration, I slumped against the bar wall after gulping down five glasses of wine, clutching a martini that did nothing to dull the throbbing ache of Taylor's infidelity.

I craved oblivion, numbness to erase the torment.

“Mind if I join you?” A mysterious man slurred, his voice heavy with intoxication, his breath reeking of martini.

I shrugged, indifference masking my inner turmoil.

He chuckled, leaning in closer, his blue eyes probing mine for any sign of resistance.

“Just looking for a good time,” he murmured, his gaze hungry.

A sly, desperate grin twisted my lips as I replied, “You came to the right place.”

“You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met,” he confessed, his words a fleeting balm.

I smiled seductively, swaying unsteadily to the music, my bleary eyes locked on him. His chiseled jawline beckoned, his blue eyes mesmerizing, pulling me into a reckless trance.

“You look perfect.” My voice slurred as I leaned in, crushing my lips against his in a passionate, frantic kiss—a desperate outlet for the pain flooding my soul.

I expected rejection, but he matched my hunger, his touch starved and urgent. The next I knew,

I awoke in a lavish bed within an opulent room, disoriented and haunted by fragmented memories of how I'd ended up there, my struggles now compounded by the fog of regret and self-loathing.