Torn Bond: The Alpha's Late Regret

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I gave up my dream of becoming the Pack's elite warrior to save Alpha Gasper's life. In return, I became his fated mate, spending five years as his nurse and shadow. But when his first love, Becky, returned, my years of quiet devotion meant nothing. He brought her into our home, showering her with the tenderness I had craved, while treating me with cold impatience. During a Pack gathering, his closest friends openly mocked my limp and the ugly silver scar I got from protecting him. "She walks like a crippled duck! A crippled Luna is a disgrace to the Monroe Pack." Becky giggled, leaning into Gasper. And Gasper? He just sat there, sipping his whiskey in silence. When I finally snapped and confronted them, he grabbed my arm, his eyes full of annoyance. "Why do you always have to be so bitter and unforgiving?" Bitter? I took a silver-laced wire for him. I lost my future for him. Later, he drunkenly confessed that his inner wolf was physically repulsed by my scar, calling it "unclean." The realization hit me like a physical blow. To the man I sacrificed everything for, my pain was an inconvenience, and my loyalty was a disgusting flaw. I stopped crying. I drained my secret savings, secured a spot at a neutral academy, and stood before my Alpha one last time. "I, Clarabelle Rhodes, reject you, Gasper Monroe, as my mate." Leaving him writhing in the agony of a severed bond, I turned and walked away.