Too late to want me Alpha
She squeezed Ethan’s hand, her long, manicured nails digging into his skin, urging him forward.
Ethan finally looked down at me. For a split second, I saw a flicker of the boy who had loved me beneath the willow tree—a flash of pure, suffocating agony. But then, the cold, hard mask of the future Alpha slammed back down, extinguishing the boy forever.
"I, Ethan Blackwood, future Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack," he began, his voice ringing clear and steady through the silent hall, "reject you, Chloe Ravenwood, as my fated mate. I sever the bond. I cast you aside."