I Rejected My Double-Standard Alpha Chapter 04

I Rejected My Double-Standard Alpha Chapter 04

People who had never liked my posts before were now liking them one after another, one right after another. 

I blinked and counted, only to realize–they were all Matteo’s 

friends. 

I refreshed my phone, and a new post popped up. 

It had been uploaded just a minute ago. 

Rafael: [24, 6’3“, Harvard med student. No exes, no drama, home by 10 PM, hates games, treats his girl right. Single and ready to date.] 

Remembering someone had mentioned wanting a cute 

younger guy, I opened Rafael’s profile. 

I typed: [Hey!] 

He replied instantly. 

[Wait… are you serious? I was about to post this to my story 

and make us official.] 

I froze. [?] 

[I didn’t message you first or anything.] 

That message vanished almost immediately. 

Then another appeared. 

[Wrong person. My bad.] 

I typed back: […] 

[Is Matteo there? Put him on the phone.] 

After a short silence, Rafael let out a cold laugh. 

[He’s not here. What, you think I’m your messenger? I’m not getting mixed up in your petty drama.] 

I hurried to explain. 

[That’s not what I meant. Matteo and I broke up. I just need to 

give his things back.] 

I had no other choice. 

After being together so long, Matteo had left a lot of belongings at my place. 

Mugs and towels were fine–nothing special. But there were also valuable items: rings, watches, things I couldn’t just stuff into a bag. 

I’d tried delivery, but Matteo was never home. 

They were expensive and required a signature in person. 

I couldn’t keep putting it off, so I’d thought to ask Rafael for help. 

[Oh, I see… so you really did break up.] 

For some reason, his voice softened. 

There was even a hint of joy in it. [Just bring them over. He’s here.] 

I frowned. [You just said he wasn’t home.] 

[Did I? Forgot. I’m three years younger than Matteo. I have a terrible memory.] 

Wasn’t it older people who forgot things? Before I could point out his flawed logic, he rushed me to send the package. 

Finally, he reminded me thoughtfully: [Cash on delivery. I 

wouldn’t want you to pay for anything after the breakup.] 

I used the delivery service. An hour later, I received a video 

from them. 

Matteo stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by his 

friends. 

“I told you they wouldn’t actually break up. Look–her 

apology gift.” 

His tone was playful, but sharp underneath. 

“Matteo, you’re so lucky. You found a girl who spoils you like an Alpha King. What exactly does she see in you?” 

“Yeah, I mean–money? Everyone here has money. Looks? Rafael Montoya’s way better–looking–he’s Frostveil Pack’s most eligible bachelor.” 

Matteo’s face was tight, but a small, smug smile tugged at his 

lips. 

He cleared his throat and acted casual. 

“Honestly, she doesn’t need gifts. An apology is enough. I’m 

not that picky.” 

One friend scoffed. “Then give it to me. I’ll pay with my credit 

card.” 

Matteo’s expression changed at once. “No. It’s from my girl. 

No one else touches it.” 

He glanced casually at Rafael. 

“Looks don’t matter. Love isn’t about looks.” 

He shook his head and muttered to himself. 

“Honestly… I still don’t forgive Faye. She went too far this 

time.” 

“But… thinking about how upset she must be right now, I’ll give her one last chance to make it right.” 

“Drinks on me tonight. Consider it compensation for wasting everyone’s time.” 

His friends were sick of his hypocritical gesture but could do nothing–they couldn’t say a word. 

Only Rafael’s gaze stayed fixed on the box. 

For once, he didn’t seem angry at all.