I Rejected My Alpha Mate After Rebirth Chapter 05

I Rejected My Alpha Mate After Rebirth Chapter 05

“You told me to save Layla first during the fire, and I thought you’d finally come to your senses. Turns out you were just setting me up for this.” Landon’s eyes burned with fury. “All because I didn’t bring you those stupid sunflowers, you went crying to my parents so they’d pressure Layla? She slit her wrists, Nora! The hospital’s running out of blood, and she’s still in surgery fighting for her life! Are you happy now?!” 

It took me several seconds to process what he was saying. 

In my last life, Layla had died in that fire. 

This time, I had made sure Landon saved her. I had even called off our mating ceremony. 

So why had she still tried to kill herself? 

I had been wondering how to sever the third silver thread tying me to Landon. 

Now fate had handed me the answer. 

Forcing myself upright against the hospital bed, I looked at 

him calmly. “So you think I drove her to suicide?” 

Landon froze, clearly not expecting me to say it so bluntly. His expression darkened even further. 

“You think I’m wrong?” he snapped. “Layla’s life is hanging by a thread, and you should be on your knees outside that operating room begging for forgiveness!” 

Without another word, he shoved my hospital bed down the hallway toward the surgical wing. 

Nurses rushed past us in chaos, panic written across every face. 

One of them stopped beside Landon. “The patient lost too much blood. We’re critically low on O–negative supplies. We 

need donors immediately. Even if we request emergency 

transport from another pack hospital, it may not arrive in 

time!” 

I reached out weakly and tugged on the nurse’s sleeve. 

“I’m O–negative. Take mine.” 

Relief flooded her face. “Thank the Moon Goddess. We need 

at least four hundred milliliters. But you look extremely pale. 

Are you sure your body can handle it?” 

“No.” 

Landon slapped my hand away instantly, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. 

“I’ll find another donor. She doesn’t need to play martyr.” His jaw tightened as he glared at me. “Four hundred milliliters? She’s already this frail. Do you want her dead?” 

“But the patient may not survive much longer,” the nurse said anxiously. 

Landon looked toward the operating room doors, pain and panic overflowing in his eyes. 

I understood that look all too well. 

I grabbed the nurse’s sleeve again and spoke softly. “I can do it. I want to donate.” 

The nurse hesitated. “Have you undergone any major surgery recently? Because if you have, drawing this much blood could kill you. Even if you haven’t, your body will still take a serious. hit.” 

My gaze dropped unconsciously to my lower abdomen. 

Slowly, I shook my head. 

“No surgery. Save her first.” 

Landon grabbed my wrist again. 

His brows knitted tightly together as he stared at me in 

silence for several long seconds. 

Then finally, he let go. 

Without another word, he pushed my bed into the blood 

collection room. 

Before leaving, he carefully wrapped the blanket tighter 

around me. 

“This time, I owe you,” he said quietly. “I’ll make it up to 

you.” 

Then he walked out. 

The healer began drawing blood. 

Dark red flowed steadily through the tube, draining from my 

body little by little. 

As my consciousness blurred, my mind drifted back to that 

night with Landon. 

It had been a little over a month ago. 

He was in heat, drunk completely out of his mind. 

Luna Victoria had asked me to bring him a sobering tonic. 

But the second I stepped into his room, he dragged me into his arms, and everything spiraled out of control. 

Ever since our mating ceremony had been arranged, the most intimate thing we’d done was hold hands once. 

But that night, he kissed me desperately, devouring my lips. and biting at my neck. The scent of whiskey on his breath intoxicated me as much as it did him. 

Half–conscious, he whispered Layla’s name. 

But somewhere in the haze, he accidentally called me Noral 

instead. 

It had been a chaotic, painful, beautiful night. 

The next morning, he promised he would mark me. 

Promised he would protect me for the rest of his life. 

And in my previous life, he truly had. 

For fifty years. 

Until the moment he died. 

But I also knew the truth. 

That night had never belonged to me. 

I had stolen it. 

And now, it was time to put everything back where it 

belonged. 

Time to sever every last thread tying me to him.