My Alpha Rejected Me for a Dare, So I Walked Away Chapter 02

My Alpha Rejected Me for a Dare, So I Walked Away Chapter 02

1,095 Days

Vivian has always loved putting on a show.

After Logan left, she posted on social media like clockwork. A photo of her drenched in sweat, curled up in Logan’s arms. Logan’s hand gently rubbing her stomach.

Her caption: *He’s been taking care of me since we were pups. No matter what he’s doing, no

matter who he’s with if I need him, he drops everything and comes to me. He’s the best male in

the whole world!!!*

I hit “like.”

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Not just that once. Every single day for three years, Vivian posted. Three years. 1,095 posts about how perfect her life with Logan was. I liked every single one.

She showed off everything. Logan gave her a credit card – spend whatever you want. She moved into the pack house, into what used to be our room. My things? She used what she liked and tossed

the rest.

For three years, she and Logan did everything mates do.

I know she posted all of it for me to see.

Every “like” I gave was pure indifference. Not jealousy. Not pain. Just nothing.

But Vivian? She was convinced I was seething. Obsessed. Stalking her posts out of heartbreak.

The next time I see Logan, he walks into my café with Vivian on his arm.

They’re wearing matching outfits. Brown tones, coordinated down to the jackets. Logan – who only ever wore plain, stiff suits – is now dressed in some trendy, casual blazer.

I remember asking him to wear matching outfits with me. Every time, he said an Alpha had to look the part, and he wasn’t going to show up to pack business dressed like a pup.

Vivian scans my café, eyebrows raised. She looks surprised that I actually have something of my

own.

Logan frowns at me.

“I gave you half the pack’s resources when we split. Why are you working this hard?”

When we rejected the bond, I asked for half of everything. He handed it over without blinking.

I stop making the coffee in my hands. I look up at him, face blank.

“Because I want to. And it’s none of your business.”

Logan doesn’t react. He still thinks I’m just mad at him.

Vivian puts on her sweetest smile. “Clara! It’s been three years. How are you doing?”

“Fine.”

She doesn’t expect the calm.

Logan’s phone rings. He steps outside to take the call.

The second he’s gone, Vivian drops the act. The smile vanishes. What replaces it is pure, sharp triumph.

“Cut the hard–to–get crap. And don’t get too excited.”

She looks down at me, chin lifted, a smirk curling her lips.

“Even if Logan re–marks you

—

so what?”

“Helena never liked you. In her eyes, I’ve always been the perfect Luna.”

“Logan’s only doing this out of obligation.”

“He asked my permission before coming to find you. I said yes.”

“And you’ll need to sign this before any re–marking.”

“Oh I wrote it myself.”

—

She pulls a document from her bag and places it in front of me.

I glance down.

All of Blackthorn Pack’s territory and assets – none of it mine. In public, I cannot claim the title of

Luna. I must introduce myself as Logan’s former mate. Nothing more.

I almost laugh. Almost.

I push the document back to her.

“If Helena loves you so much, how come you’re still nothing after three years?”

“Logan’s had you around all this time and still won’t mark you. That’s just sad.”

Vivian’s face twists. She raises her hand to slap me.

But behind her, footsteps approach – Logan, coming back.

She flips like a switch. Tears pour down her cheeks instantly. Her voice turns small, wounded, and

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unbearably sweet.

“Clara, I really do hope you and Logan can be together again.”

“As his childhood friend, all I want is for him to be happy.”

“This agreement is just a formality. Please don’t be upset, okay?”

Same performance as three years ago. Nothing’s changed.

And Logan? The second he sees her cry, his brain turns to mush. His wolf goes protective, his jaw tightens, and every ounce of logic leaves his body.

He can’t tell right from wrong when Vivian’s tears are involved.