All Chapters of His Rejected Mate for Twelve Years- My Final Escape: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I gave Alpha Seth a son twelve years ago. He never gave me a bonding ceremony. He never let our son, Leo, call him “Dad.” I’m finally done.I stormed into the council chamber and threw my resignation on the table."What the hell are you doing, Viola?"Eight pairs of angry eyes glared at me. The Elders had just denied my request to leave. So I ripped my life-long Healer's contract to shreds in front of their faces."I quit," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "As of now, the Snow Fang pack can find someone else to patch up their wounded."Elder Marcus slammed his fist on the table. "Are you insane? You're our only High Healer!""So what?" I sneered. "Seth always says bloodline is everything. That the weak get left behind. Let him find a 'purer' healer for his precious pack.""Viola!" another elder stood up. "You can't let a personal grudge—""Personal?" I cut him off. "Yesterday, a hunter broke three ribs. Seth snapped his fingers, and I worked all night to save him. But tonight? For

The next morning, Seth was already at the dining table in the main house.He didn't mention the agreement. He clearly still thought it was a joke, confident I would never dare to leave."To make up for my 'absence' last night," he pushed a small, ornate box across the table. "This is for Leo."I opened it. Inside lay a silver whistle, gleaming coldly, engraved with the Snow Fang pack crest."A silver whistle?" I stared at him, my voice barely a whisper."It's not a toy, Viola. It's a test," Seth said, his voice flat. His cold gaze met mine. "Silver is the ultimate test. If he can't overcome a little pain, how will he face a real enemy? He's not worthy of my blood!"Silver is poison to werewolves.Especially to a pup who just had his First Howl. Every touch would feel like a thousand needles.He wanted to use pain to burn the "weakness" out of his own son's blood."He just completed the ritual!" I fought to keep my voice down. "He needs guidance and acceptance, not torture!""This whis

"Viola!"Seth's panicked voice echoed behind me. "I didn't mean for that to happen! I didn't know it was so dangerous!"I didn't stop.He didn't know?Did a simple "I didn't know" erase the agony Leo had just endured? From missing his First Howl, to the silver whistle, to this near-fatal "trial," he had justified every cruel act with his twisted philosophy of strength.I carried Leo back to the guest house. His body still trembled with aftershocks from the potion, each tremor a whip against my heart.I laid him on the bed and used the last of my energy to heal him.Looking at his pale little face, I finally saw the absolute truth.I used to believe that if Leo was strong enough, if he was perfect, Seth would finally see him. Acknowledge him. Love him.I was a fool. In Seth's eyes, Leo was never a son who needed love. He was a flawed product that needed to be tested, to prove its worth over and over again.Seth would never change. His obsession with bloodlines was bone-deep.If we stay

Seth's POVSarah slowly puts down the necklace, the smile wiped from her face.She looks at me with an icy glare I’ve never seen before."So a few grunts died," she says. Her voice is terrifyingly calm. "Seth, that's the law of the wild. The strong survive. The weak are culled.""What?" I can't believe what I'm hearing."If they couldn't survive a few little wounds, it just means their bloodline is inferior. Weak members like that are better off dead." Sarah smoothes her dress.I'm frozen, feeling like I've been punched in the gut.Is this the same Sarah? The gentle, caring woman I thought I knew?"They are my people!" I snarl. "Not some trash for you to discard!""Oh, Seth." Sarah sighs and walks toward me. "You're still too emotional. This is why you need me. I can help you make the rational decisions."Rational?I think of Viola.She would never say something so cold-blooded.She tended to every injured pack member personally.She fought to save every last Omega.She would stay up a

Seth's POVI spent the whole night in Leo's room.The small bed was stripped bare, the faint, sweet scent of him already gone.The glow-in-the-dark stars he'd stuck to the wall had been torn off, leaving scars of adhesive behind.Just like the scars on my heart.As soon as the sun rose, I stormed out of the manor.At the pack headquarters, I went straight to Viola's private infirmary.For twelve years, no matter how badly I was hurt, no matter how I ignored her in public, this was my sanctuary. The one place where a warm light and her worried eyes would always be waiting.I throw the door open.Bang!The neat rows of medicine cabinets are gone. The familiar operating table is gone.In their place are blinding vanity mirrors and a dresser overflowing with expensive cosmetics.A few workers are on the floor, laying down a fluffy pink rug."What are you doing?!" I roar, the sound rattling the mirrors on the walls.The workers collapse in fear. "A-Alpha! It was Miss Sarah's orders! She sai