The Alpha’s Fated Choice (Alpha's Fated Encounter Trilogy #1)

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His fiancée.

She’s stunning. Elegant, beautiful, graceful. She’s more than I could ever be. No wonder he never wanted me. He already has Julia.

And I can’t even hold a candle to her. I would bet my ass she has a fancy education and a good job and knows how to carry herself. Meanwhile, I have a high school education and work as a bartender. In my free time, I’m a cage fighter, not that Alex knows that. Oh, and I’m also a murderer. Can’t forget that little tidbit.

Hysterical laughter bubbles out of my throat, as do tears from my eyes.

“Of course she’s perfect!” I laugh at myself, my heart feeling like it’s being ripped out of my chest. “Of course.”

It’s dark out when I realize I’m back at the beach. I walk across the sand, wondering if this rejection will ever stop hurting. I could never measure up to Julia. We didn’t even exchange any significant words and I can tell she’s a perfect match for Alex.

What did Elsa say? That there are no types when it comes to fated mates? She’s wrong. There is. I am definitely not Alex’s type. He’s engaged to that woman. And I’m just in the way.

I kick off my shoes and toss aside my jacket, coming to sit at the edge of the water, which moves around me. It’s quite cold, but I don’t care. I just stare out into the vast ocean, my soul so tired that I wish I could put it to rest for a while. Just for a few minutes, I want to feel like nothing is wrong in my world.

Why am I even here? My Alpha sent me to this place as a death sentence. My pack does not want me. And my fated mate doesn’t, either.

So, why am I here? I shouldn’t be here. I should be…

My eyes gaze at the dark ocean. Alex shouldn’t have saved me. He should’ve let me go. Suddenly, everything seems meaningless. My arms around my knees, I let the tears come, not even bothering to wipe them away. What would be the point? Who am I supposed to go to now? Elsa? Drew? Rita?

They can’t fix any of this. And neither can I.

What was I planning to do? Talk to Alex and demand to know why he was rejecting me? Was I hoping that I could make him see reason and he would suddenly accept me? Was I also hoping that he would sponsor me so I could make the money to buy my freedom from the Alliance?

Now that I think about it, that is exactly what I was hoping.

Elsa was right. I am immature. I’m too idealistic. Even with everything I have gone through, I keep thinking things will turn out in my favor. They never do.

Isn’t it about time I accept the fact that some people simply aren’t meant to have an easy way of it?

Fated mate or not, I was never meant to be with Alex. But I wanted him to choose me. For once in my life, I wanted somebody to choose me, and that is why I have been so upset this whole time. I was foolish. Why on earth would he have chosen somebody like me?

It’s getting colder, but I don’t want to move. The water keeps flowing over my legs, and I welcome the biting cold.

“So, what now, Sophia?” I ask myself tiredly. “What’s your next move?”

I will have to stay away from Alex at all costs. That is the only way through this that I can see. But on the other hand, I could accept his sponsorship offer and demand that my identity not be revealed.

There’s nothing for me in this town. I don’t know if there’s anything for me anywhere else in the world, but I don’t think I can stay here anymore. I simply don’t want to.

I wish I would stop crying. These tears are so useless. But my wolf is mourning. It’s curled up in a ball inside me, whimpering. I don’t know what to say to give it strength. I don’t even know what to say to myself to make my heart hurt any less.

I wish I had never met Alex. All my problems started from the moment I met him.

I rest my head on my arms, closing my eyes.

I need to think long and hard about what my next step should be. I also have to move past this entire situation. Alex was never meant for me. I need to grow up. I need to prioritize what is important to me.

But even as I think about all these things, my heart is still heavy. My body feeling like it’s tied down with stones, I sigh and lie down on the beach, staring up at the sky. I don’t have the strength to move to a drier spot in the sand. I stare at the sky, at the stars twinkling in a distant galaxy. Lifting my hand, I pretend to catch one of them.

Life would be so much easier if I were up there, away from all the worries of this world.

Curling up in a ball, I close my eyes. I don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to hurt anymore. I just want silence and peace.

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When I wake up, I’m no longer cold, but I’m still at the beach. For a few seconds, I don’t understand what’s going on, and then I realize there’s something heavy on top of me—a blanket, perhaps. When I open my eyes, I realize it’s a jacket. And my head is on somebody’s lap. I immediately look up, and the tiny flicker of hope that was starting to kindle within me dies.


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