Rejected by My Fated Alpha

The early morning light barely touched the sky as I stepped out, balancing a crate of wine bottles in my arms. The streets were quiet, save for the faint murmur of distant chatter. Suddenly, a ripple of movement swept through the crowd.

“Make way! Alpha Romeo’s convoy is coming!” someone whispered urgently.

I froze at the corner of the street, watching as a sleek black SUV rolled into view. The windows were tinted, and surrounding it were several stern-faced enforcers, their expressions cold and unyielding. Indigo’s voice echoed in my mind, reminding me that Romeo Powell was inside that vehicle.

I hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward. But before I could even get close, one of the enforcers turned his sharp gaze on me, his aura flaring with dominance as he barked, “Stay back, Omega!”

I opened my mouth to explain, but he shoved me before I could speak. I stumbled backward, my feet slipping on the damp pavement, and landed hard in a puddle. The crate tumbled from my arms, the bottles shattering on the ground, their contents mixing with the muddy water that soaked the hem of my jeans.

The street fell silent, the onlookers too afraid to make a sound. I bit my lip and looked up at the SUV. Just then, a gust of wind caught the edge of the tinted window, revealing a glimpse of the man inside.

His dark hair was swept back, and his piercing eyes—deep and unreadable—locked with mine for the briefest moment. A faint, intoxicating scent of pine and musk wafted through the air, sending a shiver down my spine. Then the window closed again, and the SUV moved on as if the exchange had never happened.

The enforcer shot me a cold glare, his alpha tone low but menacing. “Try that again, and you’ll regret it.”

With that, he turned and followed the convoy, disappearing around the corner. I pushed myself up from the ground, brushing the dirt from my jeans. Those eyes…

They were unfamiliar, yet they felt etched into my very soul, stirring something deep within me.

Indigo’s voice whispered in my ear, soft and haunting: *Did you see him? That was Alpha Romeo.*