The Alpha's Regret: Rejecting His Fated White Wolf Mate

Coleen POV:

I stood in the shadow of the dining room as Hazen loosened his silk tie and walked into the living room, bringing the cold night air with him.

His Alpha vision caught my figure instantly. His dark brows furrowed, his deep voice carrying its usual tone of command. "Why are you still awake?"

As he stepped closer, his natural scent of crisp cedar rolled over me, but it was suffocatingly tainted with the sickly sweet scent of rose perfume. Domonique's scent.

My stomach churned. I took a step back, widening the space between us.

Hazen noticed the retreat immediately. His jaw tightened, and he crossed the floor in two long strides, towering over me.

His massive frame blocked the light, filling the air with the suffocating pressure of a dominant Alpha.

"Why are you backing away?" he asked, his voice low and edged with warning.

I turned my face away from his intense gaze. "You smell disgusting."

Hazen froze. Irritation flared in his dark eyes, and his hand shot out, his fingers gripping my chin to force my head up.

His rough thumb pressed against my skin. The primal spark of the mate-bond surged through my veins like an electric shock, making my knees weak, but I clamped my teeth shut, refusing to show any reaction.

"Coleen, stop throwing tantrums," he murmured, his tone softening slightly into that patronizing patience he used when dealing with difficult pack members. "There was an emergency in the pack today. I'm exhausted."

I gave a dry, humorless laugh and tried to twist out of his grip. "Pack business? Or the domestic crisis of your fragile first love?"

Hazen's face darkened instantly. His grip tightened on my jaw, bruising the bone. "I told you, Toby had a high fever. Domonique couldn't handle it on her own!"

I slapped his hand away with all my strength. "So you abandoned our anniversary to play daddy to someone else's son?"

Hazen's chest heaved, his eyes flashing with the dangerous amber glow of his Alpha wolf. "She suffered permanent nerve damage saving my life years ago! I have a duty to protect her and the boy!"

I looked at his righteous expression, finding it utterly pathetic.

I turned my back on him and walked toward the bedroom. "Then go stay with her. Don't touch me."

My coldness snapped his control. Hazen lunged forward, grabbing me from behind and slamming his chest against my back.

His lips brushed against my ear in a punishing, possessive nip, his Alpha pheromones flooding the air to force my Omega body into submission.

I thrashed against him, driving my elbow back into his ribs with everything I had, but it was like hitting solid granite.

Just as he moved to pin me against the hallway wall to enforce his physical dominance, his entire body locked up.

A sharp, targeted mental pulse cut through the apartment's barrier. Domonique was reaching out through a high-frequency mind-link, crying for help.

The lust in Hazen's eyes vanished, replaced by instant panic. He let go of me so fast I stumbled, catching myself against the wall.

He pulled a separate human smartphone from his pocket—the private device he kept solely for her.

The moment the call connected, Domonique's tearful voice leaked through the speaker into the quiet hall. "Hazen... Toby's fever is spiking again. I'm so scared..."

Hazen's brow knotted in deep concern, his tone turning gentle and frantic. "Don't panic. I'm coming right now."

He hung up, grabbed his overcoat from the sofa without glancing at me, and headed for the front door.

"Hazen," I called out, my voice flat and completely devoid of emotion.

He stopped with his hand on the door handle, his back to me, sounding impatient. "Coleen, I'll explain when I get back. A child's life is on the line."

I stared at his broad back. "If you walk out that door tonight, don't bother coming back."

Hazen scoffed, brushing it off as an empty threat from a dependent Omega. "You have nowhere else to go. Stop talking nonsense."

The heavy oak door slammed shut behind him.

The apartment plunged back into silence, left with the lingering, nauseating stench of rose perfume.

I walked to the window and watched his black Maybach tear out of the garage, speeding away into the rain.