I Accepted My Rejection Now My Ex-Alpha Is Begging On His Knees

As Alpha Lucas’s Luna, I fought bloody battles to secure the richest territories on the West Coast for his Stonecrest Pack.

The war ended today, right on the night of the Stonecrest Pack’s annual gala. I pushed open the grand doors of the banquet hall, covered in dust and dried blood.

But there stood Lucas, bathed in the warm glitter of the chandeliers, with his arm wrapped around Selene, the daughter of the Whitfield Pack’s Alpha. That night, Lucas rejected me.

He looked at me with fake sincerity. "Elara, the Pack is facing joint accusations from the council.

Stonecrest needs a stronger political alliance." He gestured to Selene, who was glowing under the lights. "I have to reject you. But you can still stay in the pack.

She gets the title. You get my heart." Seeing my silence, he grabbed my hand, acting as if he was being deeply romantic. "Selene doesn't have the strength to lead.

The pack's daily affairs still need your guidance.

Even without the mate bond, we are still family." I looked at his hypocritical face and smiled coldly. "I, Elara Miller, accept your rejection, Alpha Lucas." Lucas thought I was just a weak shewolf who depended on him to survive.

He had no idea that I held the entire financial lifeline of the Stonecrest Pack in my hands.

With the rejection complete, Lucas nodded with satisfaction. "Thank you for understanding, Elara." He walked over, reaching out to pat my shoulder, but I stepped aside.

His hand froze in midair. He brushed it off, pulling a black card from his suit pocket. "Take this card. The pin is still Noah’s birthday.

Consider it compensation." I took the card and slid it into the pocket of my mudstained tactical jacket. "It’s what I deserve." My flat tone made him frown slightly.

He probably expected me to cry, scream, and demand answers. My coldness made him uneasy. The side door opened.

Selene walked in, smiling sweetly, holding two glasses of champagne. "Luna... oh, sorry, Elara. Is that jacket custommade?

It has such a... wild look." She offered me a glass, the mockery in her eyes impossible to hide. I didn’t take it. "Ms. Whitfield, don't call me Luna.

You can use that title after you two actually seal your mate bond." Selene’s face turned pale. She looked at Lucas for help. Lucas quickly stepped in. "Elara just got back.

She’s tired. She's just joking." He wrapped his arm around Selene’s shoulders, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. "Go back to the guests, babe.

I'll be right out." Once Selene left, the smile vanished from Lucas’s face. "Elara, stop throwing a tantrum. We have to think about the bigger picture.

You know I did this for the Pack. For us." "Where is our son?" "In the side lounge. Leo is watching him." I didn't waste another word. I turned and walked out.

I pushed open the door to the small lounge. My threeyearold son, Noah, was sitting quietly on the sofa, clutching a wornout toy action figure.

The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up. He ran toward me on his little legs. "Mommy!" I knelt and held him tight, breathing in his sweet, familiar scent.

I had missed so much of his life over the past three years. "Good boy, Noah." Lucas walked in. He bent down, trying to play the loving father by patting Noah’s head.

But Noah instantly shrunk back into my arms. The obvious distance between them made Lucas freeze again.

Selene walked in right behind him, pulling a beautifully wrapped gift box from her designer bag. "Noah, look! Auntie brought you a gift.

It's the newest Lego spaceship." Noah just wrapped his arms tighter around my neck. "Mommy, I want the one you bought me." The toy I got him was just a cheap, discounted plastic figure from a gas station on my way back.

Selene’s face turned sour. I stood up, holding my son. "I’m taking Noah home." "Alright," Lucas nodded. Then he added, "The Elder Council's accusation files...

I'll have Leo send them to your office tomorrow morning. Write up a defense strategy as soon as possible. And please... help Selene get used to her new role." He spoke so casually.

He took everything I did for granted. I looked at him and laughed. "Lucas, do you know what I brought back with me from this war?" He thought I was going to brag about my victories.

His eyes flickered with annoyance. "I know you fought hard.

Don't worry, your contributions will be recorded in the pack's history." "No," I shook my head, speaking clearly. "I brought back a wedding gift for you and Selene." With that, I walked right past him with my son in my arms.

Once we were in the car, I made a call.

The person on the other end was a loyal commander from the Miller family—my secret, personal force. "Elara, you're back?" "Yes," I watched the city lights blur outside the window. "Trigger the foreclosure process on the Whitfield Pack.

Tell our warriors to get ready." "Now? But what about Lucas?" "Don't worry about him," I cut him off. "He made his choice." And now, I was going to make mine.

The next morning, in the penthouse office of the Stonecrest Pack. Leo placed a thick stack of classified files in front of me, looking extremely uncomfortable. "Ms.

Miller... the Alpha wants you to handle this. These are the key allegations accusing us of starting illegal wars.

We need a response strategy within three days." I glanced at the cover. "Ms.

Miller?" I mocked, a cold smile touching my lips. "You changed your terms of address quickly." Leo lowered his head, too afraid to answer. Ten minutes later, I closed the file.

My eyes were cold. The data was real, but the allegation of starting illegal wars was complete garbage. These accusations were full of holes. They weren't a real threat at all.

This was just a smoke screen Lucas created to cover up his embezzlement of pack funds. He used a fake crisis to force me to sign a liability waiver before our rejection.

He had one goal: to make me step down willingly so Selene could take my place. "Where is Lucas?" "The Alpha is... throwing a victory press conference for Selene." I stood up and walked toward the grand hall.

Lucas stood on the stage, looking incredibly proud.

The screen behind him showed the Utah territories—the very land I had spent three years bleeding for. "Our expansion into Utah was made possible entirely because Selene mobilized the Whitfield Pack’s resources!

That is how Stonecrest won this war!" Lucas’s voice was loud and filled with pride. Selene sat beside him, smiling like a saint.

I stood at the back of the hall, watching this pathetic circus. Lucas spotted me. Panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by cold annoyance. "Elara, why are you here?

You should be resting." He walked over to me quickly, keeping his voice low. "Selene is the lady of the pack now. Keep your head down.

Don’t make things difficult for me." Looking at him, the very last bit of warmth in my heart died. "Don't worry, Alpha," my voice was dead quiet. "I'm only here for the paperwork." When I signed the waiver, I had demanded one piece of seemingly worthless land in exchange.

Lucas sneered when he remembered. It was a piece of wasteland the Whitfield Pack had mortgaged to Stonecrest.

Because it was rugged and barren, Lucas always thought it was trash. "Take that piece of dirt.

Stonecrest doesn't care about a useless wasteland." Selene walked over, trying to grab my hand with fake intimacy. "Elara, don't be angry. Lucas is just trying to protect you.

Utah is far too dangerous for a woman.

Let me handle the public affairs from now on." She leaned in, whispering in a voice only I could hear, "I took your Alpha, and I took your glory.

Sorry about that, sweetie." I grabbed her wrist, squeezing with brutal force. Selene gasped, her face turning pale instantly. "Ms.

Whitfield," I whispered, staring straight into her eyes. "There are a lot of rogues in Utah.

A weakling like you wouldn't survive three days there." Lucas shoved me away, pulling Selene behind him. "Elara!

That is enough!" I stepped back, smoothing out my jacket. "Oh, we're not done." I pulled out a debt contract and slammed it onto the table. "Sign it, Alpha.

From this moment on, the debts the Whitfield Pack owes to the Miller family are officially transferred to me." Lucas signed it without even looking.

To him, I was just a bitter exmate trying to grab some useless land for retirement. He had no idea that the Whitfield Pack wasn't a "wealthy powerhouse" at all.

Selene’s father had run up massive debts with the Miller family's underground business, mortgaging his entire pack. The financial support he promised Lucas was nonexistent.

I walked out of the hall and called my people. "Tell the boys we’ve taken over the Whitfield debt." "Starting tomorrow, we collect."

When Lucas brought Selene into my office, I was reviewing the financial reports of my new Utah territories. "Elara, walk Selene through the core proposals for the Pack Coalition Summit." Lucas leaned his hands on my desk, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Selene doesn't know the details.

Do some extra work and rewrite her draft." Selene sat comfortably in the leather chair opposite me, spinning a pen. "Elara, Lucas says you're the best at doing this kind of 'dirty work'." She pulled a completely messy draft from her bag and tossed it onto my desk. "These numbers are too boring.

I changed it to focus on 'Pack Honor'. Just rewrite the data to make it look pretty." I flipped through the draft.

It was full of flowery words and outright lies, claiming our pack's resources had tripled.

If this was sent out, the other packs would laugh us out of the coalition. "I can't rewrite this." "Ms. Whitfield, resource data isn't a fairy tale.

Falsifying records like this can trigger a war." Selene’s smile vanished instantly. "Lucas, look at her..." Lucas frowned, his eyes turning cold. "Elara, don't bring your personal bitterness into work.

Selene’s family connections will triple Stonecrest's standing in the coalition." He walked behind my chair and leaned down, whispering in my ear. "Don't forget, you only stay in this pack because of my mercy.

For Noah’s sake, you need to make sure Selene looks good." I closed my eyes. This wasn't just betrayal.

This was a systematic attempt to crush my dignity as a wolf. "Fine," I opened my eyes, my voice completely calm. "I will write a new one." Lucas’s face softened.

He patted my shoulder with satisfaction. "That’s more like it. There’s a formal banquet tonight to introduce Selene.

You should be there too." At three in the afternoon, Selene brought her stylists and took over my private lounge.

Right in front of me, she put on a stunning, diamondencrusted gown.

It was the gown Lucas had bought at a Paris auction last year, promising it would be my thirtieth birthday gift. "Elara, this dress is a bit tight.

Lucas said it was custommade for the 'true lady' of the pack." Selene looked at herself in the mirror, then pointed at my black suit. "You look so dull. Like a secretary.

Noah will be there tonight, you should try not to embarrass him." My chest tightened at the mention of Noah.

To show off a fake "happy family," Lucas was forcing Noah to attend. "Ms.

Whitfield, a beautiful dress looks ridiculous if the person wearing it can't afford it." I didn't look at her again. I grabbed my laptop and walked out.

In the empty hallway, I dialed a number. "Get the debt collection team ready.

I have a grand surprise for the Alpha at the banquet tonight." Three hours later, the Pack Coalition Banquet. The Stonecrest Pack was the center of attention.

All eyes were on Lucas and Selene. The crowd whispered about them being the "perfect match." Meanwhile, I stood in the dark corners, holding Noah’s hand.

Noah pulled on my blazer nervously. "Mommy, why isn't Daddy holding our hands?" I knelt down and straightened his little bow tie. "Noah, Mommy is going to show you a magic trick soon." "Once it’s done, we will be free."

The banquet was at its peak. The crystal chandeliers reflected blinding light. I was peeling a shrimp for Noah when a loud, sharp cry echoed across the hall. "Ouch! He pushed me!

That fatherless brat pushed me!" I looked up instantly. Selene’s nephew was crying on the floor, while Noah had been knocked down onto the hard marble.

A nasty red bruise was already forming on Noah’s forehead from hitting the table corner. Selene rushed over, screaming, "Oh, Leo, baby! Are you okay?

How could a child be so violent? He has absolutely no manners!" The guests turned around, whispering in disgust. "Is that the kid of the former Luna?

How embarrassing." "I heard his father doesn't even want him.

No wonder he’s acting out." I threw down my napkin, rushed over, and picked up a shaking Noah. "I didn't push him..." Noah cried, pointing to his broken action figure on the floor. "He tried to steal my toy, and he called Mommy a worthless bitch..." Lucas walked over, his face dark.

He didn't even look at Noah’s bruised head. His first move was to comfort Selene, then he turned and glared at me. "Elara! Take your kid and get out!

Why did you bring him here just to make a scene?" "Make a scene?" "Lucas, are you blind?

Can't you see who's actually hurt?" Selene leaned into Lucas's chest, wiping fake tears. "Lucas, forget it.

Elara has a hard time raising him alone, it’s natural she spoils him." "But Leo is the pride of the Whitfield Pack.

If my father sees this, our alliance..." Hearing the word "alliance," Lucas's eyes turned completely cold and merciless. He stared at me, commanding, "Apologize to Selene.

And apologize to Leo." I held Noah, my hands shaking with rage. "What did you say?" "Apologize!" Lucas barked. "Don't destroy Stonecrest’s future with your jealousy." I stared at the man I had fought beside for five years.

The last trace of love I had for him turned to ash. "Fine." I set Noah down and stood up slowly. Lucas relaxed, thinking I was giving in.

In the next second, I grabbed a glass of red wine from the table and threw it right in Selene’s face, soaking her milliondollar diamond gown.

Before anyone could react, I stepped forward and slapped Selene hard across the face! SLAP! The entire hall went dead silent. "That slap was for my son." I glared at Selene, who was clutching her red cheek, then turned to Lucas.

I pulled out the coalition proposal he valued so much from my bag. RIP! I tore it to pieces right in front of his eyes. "Lucas, the powerful alliance you wanted so badly is nothing but a scam." I spoke loudly, my voice echoing through the silent hall. "The Whitfield Pack’s assets have been frozen.

Selene’s debts are due today." Lucas went pale. He grabbed Selene’s wrist. "Is she telling the truth?

The Whitfield Pack..." Selene panicked, trying to lie, but right then, the main doors were slammed open. Several men in black suits walked in.

The leader stepped forward, holding a debt contract. "Ms. Whitfield, with interest, your debt is overdue. Ms.

Miller sent us to collect." Lucas looked like he had been struck by lightning.

He turned to me, his eyes wide with fear and shock. "Elara... what did you do?" Suddenly, Lucas’s phone vibrated wildly.

He answered, and Leo’s panicked voice echoed through the speaker for everyone to hear: "Alpha!

Our alliance application was rejected!" "The other packs found out... they say we falsified our data, and the Whitfields are completely bankrupt!" Lucas collapsed onto the floor.

He stared at my back as I walked away, finally realizing he had thrown away a goddess to embrace a leech.

The moment I stepped out of the hall, I dialed my team. "Elara, what's next?" I looked up at the stars, my voice calm. "Ruining Lucas. I want him to have absolutely nothing."