After One Slap, I Rejected My Alpha Heir
Rowan Nightshade slapped me in front of his friends, his guards, and the girl he had been protecting for months.
The room went dead silent.
Then someone whispered, “She deserved it.”
For nine years, I had loved Rowan like he was my fate.
I endured his coldness, his broken promises, and every time he left me standing alone because another girl needed him more.
I kept telling myself it would get better.
Rowan was my promised mate.
Sooner or later, he would choose me first.
But when his palm landed across my face, something inside me finally broke.
Rowan thought I would cry, apologize, and forgive him like I always did.
Instead, I walked out of the hall, deleted every way to contact him, and told both our packs the promised-mate agreement was over before sunrise.
No one believed I would really leave.
Until Rowan came to my dorm that night, his eyes red and his voice shaking.
“Why, Serena? Just because of one slap?”
I looked at the boy I had loved since childhood.
Then I smiled.
“Yes,” I said. “Because of that slap.”