All Chapters of THE REJECTED BETA : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Marie’s POVAbandoned My eyelids felt as though they had been fused shut by salt and ice, heavy and unyielding. I struggled, my breath hitching in a throat that felt like it had been scraped raw by gravel.When my eyes finally opened, it was a sterile, aggressive white. It pierced through my retinas, sending a sharp, pulsating ache directly to the centre of my skull. I gazed around confused wondering what I was doing in this big white wall. My memory was a shattered mirror, reflecting jagged, hazy images. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog. Slowly, the room came into focus. It was a private suite, high in the pack’s medical wing, but it felt less like a sanctuary and more like a cage.Then, I saw him. And the memories came rushing back. “My baby.”Johnson was standing by the tall windows at the front of the room. For a fleeting, foolish second, my heart leapt. He was here. He had stayed. Maybe the near-death experience finally cracked the ice around his heart. Maybe, in the

Marie’s POVDepartureThe silence in the pack house living room wasn’t peaceful. It was a physical weight, thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the metallic tang of my own simmering desperation. Outside, the Montana woods were a void of blackness, but inside, the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the carnage of a broken bond.Johnson stood by the hearth, the dying embers casting jagged shadows across his face. He looked every bit the Alpha, broad-shouldered, immovable, and utterly cold. To anyone else, he was the pinnacle of leadership, a pillar of strength. To me, he was a wall of granite I had been throwing myself against until my hands were bloody and my spirit was shredded."Do it, Johnson," I said, my voice cracking like dry parchment. I took a step toward him, my bare feet sinking into the plush cream carpet. The warmth of the room felt mocking against the frost radiating from my soul. "Reject me. Tear the tether. I’m standing here, waiting for the blow. I wouldn’t

Marie’s POVThe Intervention The velvet upholstery of the armchair felt like sandpaper against my skin. I sat on the edge, my spine rigid, while my hands shook so violently the smartphone rattled against my ear. Every muscle in my body was locked in a battle against the urge to hang up, to hurl the device across the room and pretend this night, this entire life, wasn’t happening.On the other end of the line, there was no greeting. There was only a heavy, rhythmic rasp of breathing that sounded like a predator pacing in the dark. The silence was a physical weight, pressing the air out of my lungs. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a trapped bird desperate for escape.I opened and closed my mouth several times, trying to say something, to start a conversation, but it was a total failure. Every attempt to speak to him again just felt like a new knock at death’s door. "Rie."The name hit me like a physical blow. It wasn't just the word, it was the gravelly, low-freque

Marie’s POVRescueThe sharp, rhythmic thwack of wood against wood didn't just wake me, it jolted my soul back into a body that felt like it had been put through a meat grinder. I leaped from the armchair, my heart surging into my throat, a strangled gasp escaping my dry lips.The world tilted dangerously. A white-hot needle of pain shot from the base of my skull down to my shoulder blades, locking my muscles in a jagged spasm. I hissed, clutching my neck, my vision swimming with grey spots. I had fallen asleep right there in the study, slumped in a heap of silk and terror after the call ended. My neck was twisted at an unnatural angle, the tendons screaming in protest at the sudden movement.For a disoriented second, I stared at the silver smartphone lying on the rug. Then, the memory of his voice Rie slammed into me.My pulse spiked with a frantic, messy cocktail of emotions. First, a jolt of raw worry. Had he changed his mind? Was he calling back to rescind the promise? Then, a flu

Marie’s POVHospitalThe world didn’t end with a bang. It ended with a cold, hollow snap that echoed not in the room, but inside the very marrow of my bones."I, Noah Thorne, Alpha of the Northern Sector, hereby reject you, Marie Thorne," his voice rasped, stripped of its usual rehearsed charm. It sounded like dry leaves skittering over a grave. "I sever the bond. I denounce you as my Luna. You are nothing to me."The moment the words left his lips, the invisible golden thread that had anchored my soul to his for five years didn't just break, it whipped back and lashed me. The agony was transcendental. It was the feeling of a limb being cauterized while I was still awake, a jagged tearing at the center of my chest that stole the very capacity to breathe. My back arched, my fingers clawing at the air as the shared pulse, the shared scent, and the shared life I had endured were ripped out of my spirit.I felt my knees hit the floor, but I didn't feel the impact. The room began to spin