My Alpha Rejected Me for a Dare, So I Walked Away Chapter 01

My Alpha Rejected Me for a Dare, So I Walked Away Chapter 01

The Audacity of an Alpha

Three years after I rejected my mate bond with Logan Blackthorn, the bastard shows up at my door, grinning like he still owns me.

“Mate,” he says, his voice dripping with that Alpha confidence. “I kept my word. I’m here to re–mark you.”

Three years ago, at a pack bonfire, he lost a round of truth or dare to Vivian – the she–wolf he grew up with.

Vivian’s dare was simple.

“I wanna see if you and your Luna are really true mates.”

“So reject your bond. Three years, no contact.”

“If she lets you re–mark her after three years, I’ll admit you two are the real deal.”

He and Vivian never had boundaries. The lingering touches, the whispers, the way she always found a reason to be near him. We fought about it constantly.

I thought he’d say no.

But he agreed without hesitation. “Deal! A dare’s a dare!”

His Beta warned him. “Think about this, Logan. Rejecting your mate is not a game.”

Logan looked right at me, eyes glowing with that cocky Alpha certainty.

“I trust what we have. My Luna would never leave me.”

“She’ll take me back. I know it.”

I said nothing.

He didn’t know that was the last chance I ever gave him.

The memory fades. He holds out a bouquet of roses toward me.

I step back. Don’t touch them.

“My mate doesn’t like it when other males bring me flowers.”

Logan’s lips curl into a smug grin.

“Oh, you’re mad?”

“Come on, come on, I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Easy, baby. Don’t be upset.”

His voice is soft, teasing – like he thinks I’m playing hard to get. Like he used to sweet–talk me out

of every fight.

He reaches for me, arms open.

I take another step back. My face hardens.

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“Back off, Alpha Blackthorn.”

His hand freezes mid–air. His eyes stay locked on mine, warm and patient, like he’s dealing with a

stubborn pup.

“Okay. So you’re really mad this time?”

“Tell me what it’ll take. I’ll do anything.”

He still thinks a few pretty words will fix everything. Just like before.

He steps closer. I step back. He steps closer. I step back.,

His eyes start to shift – darker, hungrier. The wolf behind them stirs, looking at me like prey.

“Logan. Three years is long enough to change everything.”

He tilts his head, nods. “True.”

My back hits the wall. Nowhere left to go.

He

cages me in, both palms flat against the wall on either side of my head. The old move. Back when we were young and freshly mated, he loved pinning me against walls under the moonlight and kissing me senseless.

He leans in close, nose skimming along my throat. He’s scenting me. Searching.

Then his whole body goes still. His wolf catches something – the faint, milky scent of a pup that clings to every mother.

“Did you have my pup?” His voice drops low. “A boy or a girl?”

One hand slides to my face, his thumb brushing my cheek.

The memory of that pup hits me like a blade through the ribs.

Three years ago, he knew I was carrying his pup when he stood in front of the entire pack and said

the words.

*1, Logan Blackthorn, Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, reject you, Clara, as my mate.*

Because Vivian dared him to.

Three years. Not a single call. Not a single message. Nothing.

And now he stands here, convinced I carried his pup to term and waited like a good little she–wolf

for him to come back and re–mark me.

A bitter smirk pulls at my lips. Before I can tell him about the miscarriage, his phone rings.

He pulls it out. The screen lights up: *My Princess*.

That’s his contact name for Vivian.

I’ve seen it a thousand times. The way he’d stroke Vivian’s hair and call her his little princess – right

in front of me, his actual Luna.

He answers immediately.

“Logan-” Vivian’s whiny sob bleeds through the speaker. “Hurry, please, my cramps are so bad, it

hurts so much…”

His wolf surges to the surface. I can see it in his eyes – pupils blown wide, jaw tight with worry. But not for me. Never for me.

“Don’t be scared. I’m coming right now.”

He hangs up.

He pats my head – quick, careless – like I’m a docile she–wolf with no teeth.

“Let me go check on Vivian. I’ll come back for you later.”

And just like that, he’s gone.