The Rejected Alpha
If she wanted a severance, she would have it.
“I, Aleric Donovan McQuaid,” I rasped through teeth so tight I thought they might shatter, refusing to look into her deceitful eyes, “Alpha of the Howling Moon Pack… accept your rejection.”
The backlash was immediate—a white-hot blade carving straight through my chest. But I swallowed the agony, refusing to let her see me crack.
“You are hereby banished from this territory,” I said, turning my back to her so she couldn't witness the damage.