I Rejected My Double-Standard Alpha Chapter 01

I Rejected My Double-Standard Alpha Chapter 01

My Alpha mate is a total jerk. 

He kept accusing me of being too controlling, but every time I 

called to tell him to come home, he secretly reveled in it. 

I’d been on his case so many times that he finally snapped. “Would you just stop? What’s the big deal if I go out for drinks with the guys? I’m not coming home tonight!” 

Before I could even respond, my wolf let out a bitter growl 

inside my head. 

When is he finally going to realize that all his so–called friends 

are practically salivating over his mate? 

The second he pushes you away, they’ll be lining up to buy you 

a drink. 

“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. 

“Faye, open your eyes. His best friend is completely into you. 

he secretly reveled in it” 

My head started spinning. Still half in disbelief, I posted a 

short, blunt update on social media: [Well, looks like I’m 

single again.] 

Not even a second later, a message popped up from Matteo’s 

best friend, Rafael Montoya. 

[24, 6’2“, Harvard med student. No drama, treats his girl 

right, currently single and ready to mingle.] 

His Beta told me Matteo had been dragged out for drinks 

again. Frustrated, I dialed another number. 

“Why do you keep taking Matteo out to bars? Don’t you know someone’s waiting for him at home?” 

There was a pause, and then a cold, sharp voice replied, “Since 

when do I take Matteo out drinking?” 

It was Rafael Montoya–Matteo’s best friend, and the one who 

seemed to despise me the most. 

He’d always looked down on me, never once said a single kind 

word. 

Too angry to care about any of that now, I snapped back, 

“Then who else would it be? You know he has stomach issues. 

What kind of friend drags him out every single night when 

he’s sick?” 

Rafael let out a low, amused laugh, like he actually found my 

anger entertaining. 

“I just got back from a business trip. I haven’t even been to 

that bar you’re talking about.” 

A moment later, he sent a photo. 

It was a freshly showered man, looking relaxed and confident 

–with a faint glimpse of his abs. 

“Besides,” Rafael added, his tone shifting to something 

almost teasing, yet sincere, “I’ve got a rule. I’m home by ten 

every night. I’m not like other guys. If I had a girlfriend, I’d 

actually listen to her.” 

I muttered a quiet “sorry” and hung up, completely 

embarrassed. 

Thanks to that ridiculous misunderstanding, I was too 

mortified to even call Matteo back. 

The next day, Matteo came home. 

His face was dark with anger. When I asked if he wanted breakfast, he ignored me like I wasn’t even there. 

A week later, at a class reunion, the cold war between us was still going strong. 

We sat at opposite ends of the table–two people who used to be inseparable, now acting like strangers. 

Daphne Sinclair leaned in close to Matteo, covering her mouth with a sly smile. 

“Matteo, fighting with your girlfriend again? How do you let a girl ruffle your feathers like that?” 

Daphne was Matteo’s childhood crush–and his ex–girlfriend, 

long before I came into the picture. 

They’d on–again, off–again more times than I could count 

over the years, eventually settling into a “just friends” 

arrangement. 

We’d fought about her more times than I wanted to 

remember, but Matteo always brushed it off. “We already tried 

dating. If I wanted to be with her, I would be. I’m with you, 

aren’t I?” 

His friends just laughed it off, saying I was reading too much 

into it.. 

“Relax. You’re Matteo’s fated mate. Trust the bond blessed by 

the Moon Goddess. Trust me–his player will turn over a new leaf for you.”