I Rejected My Double-Standard Alpha Chapter 10

I Rejected My Double-Standard Alpha Chapter 10

When I love someone, I love with everything I have- fearlessly, boldly, and wholeheartedly. That was never my 

flaw. 

One relationship does not define the rest of my life. 

It cannot chain me, label me, or tell me who I am. 

I can hold on when I need to, and I can let go when it’s over. 

When I love someone, I give everything. When I don’t love them anymore, I walk away for good and never look back. 

Rafael’s face darkened. 

“Yeah, I came here on purpose. I had an ulterior motive. I just wanted to make a good impression.” 

He admitted it bluntly, almost accusingly. 

“Faye, it’s normal to want to impress someone you like.” 

I smiled. 

“We’ve known each other for two years. This isn’t our first 

meeting.” 

Out of all Matteo’s friends, Rafael had always treated me the 

worst. 

The way he looked at me–pure contempt. He criticized everything about me: my clothes, my style, my every move. 

In the summer, if I wore a dress, he would scoff and say I was 

showing off, like I was trying to tempt someone. In the winter, when I knitted Matteo a scarf, he would wrinkle his nose and 

call it tacky and childish, and he would always give me 

strange, weird things. 

Every word, every glance, said everything. I wasn’t good enough. I should leave. 

Still, I stayed with Matteo for years, refusing to let go. 

He flew into a rage, and every time we met after that, he only 

got worse. 

In front of Matteo, they trashed me completely. 

“I take it… you called me vain, gold–digging, and power–hungry?” 

The shift in Rafael’s face gave him away. 

“Or worse… the kind of filthy names that get blocked online. Someone like you–why would I ever give you a chance?” 

He panicked, scrambling to defend himself. 

“I didn’t mean to put you down. I just wanted Matteo to turn 

Matteo against you so you would break up. That was the only 

way I could act on my feelings…” 

I cut him off. 

“So your idea of love… is built on lies, slander, and 

manipulation?” 

Maybe Lily was right. Rafael had feelings for me. Maybe even 

some of Matteo’s other friends had secretly liked me too. 

But if I never felt it, it didn’t count. 

Feelings you keep hidden mean nothing. I watched the memories in my head calmly, detached, protecting myself carefully. 

As for love–the kind everyone talks about? Rafael’s love, anyone’s love… even Matteo’s love–I felt nothing. 

I lived beyond their gossip, in a world sharper, more direct, 

and more real. 

In the end, I only have myself to rely on. 

It made me sick to realize people could be cruel and scheming behind a tough exterior. 

It felt like being stared at by a swarm of slimy, greedy cockroaches–filthy, invasive, and relentless. I spoke one last 

line to Rafael. 

“You don’t know the first thing about love.” 

The next time I saw Matteo was three years later. 

I returned to Frostveil Pack. 

Matteo looked calmer than before, and much thinner. 

He looked at me and forced a smile. “Faye… can we talk?” 

I refused. “There’s nothing to talk about.” 

His fragile composure finally broke, and he lost control. 

“You must know… Rafael and the others turned you against me. That’s why we broke up… why we stayed apart for so long.” 

I couldn’t help but laugh. “So… you dating Daphne, kissing her –that was their doing too?” 

Panic flashed across his face. 

“They said… it would make you make you jealous and panic.” 

“Make you focus all your attention on me, instead of other guys, instead of” He trailed off, unable to finish. I finished 

for him. 

“Instead of being so reckless… instead of flirting with everyone.” I stood up and slapped Matteo hard across the face. 

“That’s for being a disgusting, foul–mouthed bastard.” 

I struck again, and he flinched—but didn’t move away. 

“That’s for the contempt I feel for you. I look down on you.” 

How had I never seen how weak he was? 

He was the one who crossed boundaries and cheated with 

Daphne—and now he blamed everyone else? 

My hand burned, so I hit him a third time with my wallet. 

“That’s for being a sad, pathetic loser with useless friends and 

toxic masculinity, who couldn’t even protect his own girl 

while she was being mocked.” Blood trickled from the corner 

of his mouth. 

Humiliation cut through him like needles. 

“I… I’m sorry, Faye…” 

His eyes were red, his voice breaking. 

“I just… I felt so insecure. You’re so amazing. Everyone who spends time with you falls for you.” 

“So I was always on edge, testing you with fights and silent 

treatment.” 

“But I get it now. The worst thing between people who care about each other is suspicion and games.” 

His voice cracked, barely audible. 

He looked as if he was about to break down. 

“Faye… can we start over?” 

I saw hope spark in his eyes and shook my head. “No.” 

If apologies alone could fix everything, I would forgive him. 

If saying sorry could erase all the pain, I would forgive him. 

But forgiving him now would be betraying the Faye who cried 

countless tears for him. 

I turned and walked away without hesitation. 

Behind me, Matteo’s desperate screams tore through the air- 

but I didn’t look back. 

We only get a short window to regret our past choices. 

You might not understand the misunderstandings and mistakes until years later. 

But what’s gone is gone for good. 

Some goodbyes are final. 

Some things can never be undone.