Rejected Mate's Vengeance

I had been involved with Ronan for three years, yet he never wanted our relationship to be public. Even when pack members whispered about us after spotting us together, he would immediately deny it, saying, "We’re just packmates." When the other Deltas sneered at me, calling me delusional for thinking I could ever be worthy of a Beta, he brushed it off lightly, saying, "Don’t worry about it." I couldn’t understand why a Beta needed to maintain an image of being unmated. He claimed he was at the height of his career, with the Alpha relying on him heavily, and asked me to be patient. But then, when he was caught embracing Callie Jackson, a Gamma from the Crimson Fang Pack, by a patrol group, the pack erupted with gossip. He quickly called a pack gathering, standing before the Alpha and the rest of the Silver Moon Pack, and publicly declared, "Let me introduce you to my mate." That was when I knew my love story had ended.

Ronan’s announcement spread like wildfire through the pack. Whispers and murmurs filled the training grounds, the dens, and even the healer’s den. Some warriors called him a hypocrite for maintaining an unmated image to benefit from the attention of the pack’s females, while others praised him as a true Beta who gave his mate a sense of security. Callie quickly stepped forward, her voice sweet but carrying an undercurrent of triumph. "Life is precious, grateful to have you by my side," she said, her words echoing through the gathered crowd. She wore a ceremonial wolf pelt draped over her shoulders—a symbol of status and pride. I recognized it immediately. It was mine, a gift from the Alpha for my dedication as a Delta. Just last month, it had been sitting quietly in Ronan’s den, which I had accidentally stumbled upon. I assumed it was a surprise he was planning for our three-year anniversary, so I pretended not to notice and secretly looked forward to it for a long time. Now, reality slapped me hard. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, and forced myself to remain calm.

I stepped forward, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I, Nadia Richardson, Delta of the Silver Moon Pack, bless the bond between Ronan Griffin, Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, and Callie Jackson, Gamma of the Crimson Fang Pack." The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but I refused to let my pain show. Barely five seconds passed before Ronan’s voice rang out, sharp and impatient, cutting through the silence. "Nadia, can you stop stirring up trouble? Do you know how stressed I am right now? I—" I turned on my heel and walked away without waiting for him to finish, my wolf growling faintly in the back of my mind.

Ronan returned to our shared den late that night. The room was pitch dark, and he softly called out to me, but I didn’t respond. With a sigh of resignation, he