Rejected by the Mate Who Chose Another

Three days before the mark ceremony, my fiancé took his so-called soulmate to a sacred clearing in the woods to indulge in their shameful affair.

I quietly closed the door behind them and dismissed all the pack members nearby. I did this not out of kindness, but because in my past life, after I exposed Gia Fernandez’s incurable illness, she hanged herself that very night. Wilson Hamilton, my mate, thanked me with his words but betrayed me with his actions. On the night of our mark ceremony, he knocked me unconscious and sent me to a rogue den.

He made every rogue in that den take turns entering the room where I lay helpless. Afterward, he threw my bruised and naked body into a pit of rogues.

“If you hadn’t shamed Gia and ruined her reputation, she would never have been driven to take her own life!” he snarled. “Since you accused her of being a rogue’s whore out of jealousy, I’ll let you experience what it’s like to be one.”

In the end, the rogues tortured me to death.

Now, reborn, I only wish for Wilson and Gia to be bound together forever, unable to escape each other.

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The sacred clearing was supposed to be a place of peace, but in the most secluded corner, the sounds of their passion filled the air.

“Wilson, thank you for finding me and bringing me back. I can die without regrets now!”

Wilson’s voice was low and rough, laced with a tenderness he never showed me.

“Gia, don’t talk like that. I’ve sent healers far and wide to find a cure. No matter the cost, I’ll heal you.”

“Once you’re well, I’ll hold a grand mark ceremony and make you my Luna.”

Hearing this, my fingers tightened around the handkerchief in my hand.

Three days from now was supposed to be our mark ceremony. Yet here he was, defiling a sacred place with another woman and promising to make her my Luna.

When he first convinced me to accept the mate bond, he swore to my parents that he would cherish me and me alone. My father, Alpha Van Cook of the Silver Moon Pack, was moved by his words. He not only accepted the mate bond but also supported Wilson’s rise in the pack hierarchy. Within two years, Wilson went from a low-ranking Delta to the Beta of our pack.

A month ago, Wilson returned from a mission with Gia in tow. From that moment on, his attention shifted entirely to her.

I suspected her sudden appearance was part of a larger scheme, so I had our pack’s warriors investigate her. The results were shocking.

I thought if I showed Wilson the evidence, he would see the truth and return to me. But in the face of undeniable proof, he accused me of forging it out of jealousy, believing I wanted to drive Gia to her death.

In the end, he sought revenge for Gia by humiliating me on our mark ceremony night, leading to my brutal death.

The memory of my previous life’s end made my breath hitch.

Without hesitation, I turned and walked away.

Back at the pack house, I gathered every gift Wilson had ever given me and threw them into the fire.

My Delta warrior, Josie Ryan, gasped.

“Amalia, why are you burning all the gifts the Beta gave you?”

I replied coldly, “They disgust me. Check the house for anything else related to him and burn it all.”

Josie hesitated, holding a bouquet of roses in her hands.

I followed her gaze, and my stomach churned. I couldn’t help but dry heave.

My favorite flowers were lilies, but Wilson only ever gave me roses. I thought it was his preference, but later I learned it was because Gia loved them.

In my past life, after my death, Wilson had my body cremated and used the ashes to fertilize the roses at Gia’s grave.

I snatched the roses from Josie’s hands and tossed them into the flames.

“From now on, no roses are allowed in this house,” I ordered.

After that, I went straight to my mother’s quarters.

Before I even stepped into the courtyard, I saw my parents sitting together, drinking tea. My eyes welled with tears.

In my past life, after my death, Wilson framed my father for treason, leading to the execution of our entire pack.

All of this tragedy was because of me.

This time, I vowed to protect my family.

My mother, Rose King, noticed me immediately. Seeing my tears, she hurried over.

“Amalia, my dear, why are you crying? Did someone hurt you? Where’s Wilson? Didn’t he bring you back?”

My father, Alpha Van Cook, approached with a stern expression.

“Did that boy Wilson hurt you?”

I nodded, then shook my head, finally blurting out, “Father, Mother, I don’t want to complete the mate bond with Wilson.”

My mother was stunned, asking why.

But how could I explain? I couldn’t tell them I’d been reborn.

To my surprise, my father didn’t press for details. He simply agreed.

“Good. That boy is unreliable.”

I was taken aback. In my memory, my father had always been impressed with Wilson’s ambition and abilities, believing he would protect me.

But today, he didn’t even ask for a reason before agreeing to my decision.

And I couldn’t help but feel that his dislike for Wilson ran deeper than I’d thought.

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After leaving my mother’s quarters, I followed my father to his study.

I wanted to warn him to be cautious of Wilson, to prevent him from scheming against us.

In my past life, Wilson kept my death a secret, giving my father no reason to be suspicious.

This time, I wouldn’t let him have that chance.

But before I could speak, my father seemed to know what I was about to say.

He waved his hand dismissively.

“Amalia, don’t worry. I know what needs to be done.”

“But canceling the mate bond will affect your reputation. Be prepared for that.”

I smiled faintly.

“It’s fine, Father. I don’t care about my reputation.”

After all, compared to the tragic end of my past life, my reputation meant nothing.

Before my father could send the rejection notice to Wilson, he showed up at our pack house.

Seeing him, my body trembled slightly, and I clutched my handkerchief tightly.

I used every ounce of self-control to keep the hatred in my heart from spilling out.

But Wilson glared at me, his expression dark.

“Amalia, you were at the sacred clearing this morning, weren’t you? Were you trying to hurt Gia?”

His direct accusation surprised me.

In my past life, he’d always feigned kindness around me, especially in front of my father.

This was the first time he’d spoken to me with such hostility.

It made me wonder if he, too, had been reborn.

His next words confirmed my suspicion.

“Were you going to tell me Gia has an incurable illness? That she’s using me for her own gain?”

“No matter what evidence you fabricate to slander Gia, I won’t believe a word of it!”

“I’m warning you to stay away from her. If you dare use your status to bully her, don’t blame me for what happens!”

I laughed bitterly in my heart.

In this life, just like the last, he’d completely lost his mind over Gia.

Fine. I’d let him have his obsession.

I looked at him with tearful eyes, feigning confusion and hurt.

“Wilson, what are you talking about? Why would I accuse Gia of having an illness?”

“I went to the sacred clearing to pray for our bond to be strong and harmonious. How could I have known you and Gia were… together?”

“Our mark ceremony is in three days, yet you’re here, accusing me of things I’ve never done. You’ve truly disappointed me.”

Wilson was stunned.

This life’s events had taken a completely different turn from the last.

But since I hadn’t accused Gia of anything, she wouldn’t take her own life.

Without that, he had no reason to lash out at me.

After a long pause, he spoke impatiently.

“You misunderstood. Gia wasn’t feeling well this morning, so I took her to rest in the clearing.”

“But our mark ceremony should be postponed.”

“You know Gia’s health is fragile. Her only wish is to be my mate. I want to fulfill her dream.”

“So, in three days, Gia will take your place at the ceremony.”

Wilson expected me to argue, to resist.

But to his surprise, I agreed without hesitation.

“Gia’s health is the most important thing. If this makes her happy, I’m willing to step aside.”

My “understanding” pleased him greatly.

“What about your parents…?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll explain everything to them.”

With my assurance, Wilson left without another word.

He didn’t even bother with a polite farewell, his steps light with satisfaction.