My Alpha Rejected Me for a Dare, So I Walked Away Chapter 03

My Alpha Rejected Me for a Dare, So I Walked Away Chapter 03

Not Your Pup

“Vivian, what happened?”

Logan pulls Vivian into his arms, his eyes flooding with concern – all of it aimed at her.

Vivian shakes her head, playing the wounded saint.

“It’s nothing. It’s my fault. Don’t blame Clara.”

The more she says that, the more Logan believes I’m the one who hurt her.

“Clara!”

He turns on me, voice cold, eyes flashing. Pure Alpha Tone.

“Apologize. Now.”

That tone. Like he’s commanding a slave, not his former Luna.

A cold smile tugs at my lips.

He growls low, baring his teeth. “Vivian grew up with me. She’s like a sister to me.”

“She’s family. Can you stop treating her like an enemy?”

“If not for yourself, then do it for me. Be nice to her. Please.”

My face stays blank. I saw this exact scene a hundred times three years ago.

I’m so over it.

I’m about to tell them both to get out when my phone buzzes on the counter. A video call.

The screen reads: *My Little Pup*.

Logan sees the name. His eyes light up – bright, golden, wolf pushing to the surface.

He lunges for the phone, hitting accept before I can stop him.

I snatch it back. My two–year–old pup’s round little face fills the screen.

“Mommy, I miss you.”

Logan hears that word – *Mommy* – and his whole body vibrates. His wolf howls inside him. I can practically feel it.

He’s convinced. He thinks I had his pup.

I say a few quick words to Asher. The second Logan reaches for the phone again, I hang up.

“Let me see my pup!”

He’s grinning ear to ear now. All that anger from two seconds ago? Gone. Like it never happened.

Vivian’s face quietly darkens.

“He’s not your pup.”

I lock my phone. My voice is ice.

“Stop showing up here. Both of you. You’re a pair of delusional freaks.”

Logan doesn’t flinch. Still that same self–assured smirk.

“Come on, don’t be mad.”

“I really missed you and our pup.”

It hits me then. A male this delusional won’t believe I’ve moved on unless he sees my mate standing right in front of him.

Then he changes the subject.

“Helena’s birthday is coming up.”

“You’re a great cook. Make a few of her favorite dishes.”

“Use this as a chance to fix things between you two.”

“Now that you’ve given her an heir, she won’t give you a hard time anymore.”

So he does know. Three years of being his Luna – three years of Helena tormenting me.

Helena despised me from day one. Low–born. No strong bloodline. Not fit to be Luna. Even though Logan marked me and made it official, Helena never once let me sit at the pack’s table during gatherings.

If she was there, I wasn’t allowed to eat with the pack.

I didn’t like her either. We existed in cold silence – two she–wolves pretending the other didn’t exist.

And through all of it, Logan said nothing. Did nothing.

A mocking smile curves my lips. I look at him and say:

“Logan, let me ask you something. Hypothetically.”

“What if I cook a feast – and Helena still won’t let me sit at the table?”

He hesitates.

“Just say something nice, soften her up.”

“Just say something nice, soften her up.”

“You know how she is. She barks loud but she doesn’t bite.”

Vivian chimes in sweetly: “Clara, there’s no shame in a young she–wolf showing respect to an elder. Helena really softens up when someone gets on their knees and begs.”

She’s telling me to kneel.

I let out a dry laugh. My eyes lock onto Logan’s dark gaze.

“Logan. Three years. Everything’s changed.”

“I have a new mate. And the pup is not yours.”

Then I turn to Vivian.

“Why don’t you try kneeling a little harder? Maybe you’ll finally earn a spot inside the Blackthorn pack house.”