Rejected by My Mate, Crowned by the Alpha King

Xavier Stone announced at the full moon banquet that he was going to hold a Marking ceremony, and the entire hall erupted in applause.

But I never expected that before the banquet even ended, I would see a projection screen on the wall outside the lounge.

On the screen was a massive Excel spreadsheet.

Behind the names of dozens of candidates, densely packed evaluation criteria were listed: bloodline, value to the Pack, performance in bed...

In the baseline column, my name was prominently written: Violet.

"People around you," he said, swirling his wine glass casually, "also need regular evaluation. Survival of the fittest."

So seven years of companionship meant I was just an investment that had lost its value in his eyes.

I didn't push the door open to confront him.

Instead, I took out my phone and sent a message to that person:

"Come pick me up."

Three seconds later, came the reply: "Everything settled? I'll be right there. The Marking ceremony is ready."

Violet's POV

Xavier had just publicly announced the Marking ceremony on stage, and everyone was applauding in celebration.

Even I thought he was finally going to give me an official status.

But I never expected that before the banquet even ended, I would overhear him at the lounge door discussing how to dump me.

The door wasn't fully closed. I had come to deliver something, but the moment I looked up, I saw the projection screen on the wall.

A massive Excel spreadsheet glowed on the screen.

"Alpha Xavier, is this really how you choose your mate?"

His deputy, beta Jason's voice came through, carrying a hint of mockery.

"You're practically running a talent show with scoring for the future Luna."

I stopped in my tracks and peered through the gap in the door.

A complex Excel spreadsheet was projected on the wall.

The spreadsheet listed dozens of names, each followed by densely packed evaluation criteria: bloodline background, value to the Pack, fertility assessment, and even a rating for bedroom performance.

Beta Jason held a cigarette, pointing at the data analysis on screen:

"Look at this candidate No.19, Amber, right? The alpha's daughter from Frostveil Pack. Obedient, sensible. Her score already completely exceeds your required threshold."

In the baseline column, my name was prominently displayed:

Violet.

Jason exhaled a smoke ring, his tone becoming somewhat hesitant:

"However, Violet has served the Pack for seven years. Everyone considers her the future Luna. If we replace her directly, won't it upset the pack members? Won't other packs think we lack contractual integrity, affecting Moonclaw's prestige?"

Silence fell in the room for two seconds.

Xavier sat in the main seat on the sofa, swirling half a glass of red wine, his face showing no trace of intoxication.

He looked up and scanned the data on screen, his eyes cold.

"The people around you need to be changed up too, to keep my interest."

He tilted his head back and took a sip of wine.

"Violet and I haven't held a Marking ceremony yet... This so-called mate thing is just her wishful thinking."

"That's too cruel to Violet."

In the lounge, beta Jason's voice carried some hesitation.

Xavier's tone was casual:

"She has no value to the pack anymore. I'll give her two more months. If she can recognize her position and leave on her own, that works too. Or... if she's willing to be my mistress, I can accommodate that."

Standing outside the door, the hangover soup I had specially made for Xavier spilled out.

I didn't feel the pain, only felt like a joke.

Seven years of companionship, all-in supportin his eyes, I was just an old thing that had lost its value.

Since I was already a burden in his eyes, I might as well actively sever all of this.

I didn't push the door open to confront him.

I walked to the trash can at the end of the hallway and dumped what I was holding into it.

Then I took out my phone and found that contact that had been forcibly added to my phone.

My finger hovered over the screen without any hesitation as I typed a message:

"I'm ready."

Message sent.

I reapplied my lipstick using the brass mirror in the hallway.

A few minutes later, Xavier came out of the lounge.

He casually put his arm around my waist, leading me toward the center of the banquet hall.

The spotlight fell on us. With a smile on his face, he whispered a warning in my ear:

"Smile. Don't make a scene."

When his fingers touched my waist, I stiffened physiologically.

Then I avoided his touch, pulling the corners of my mouth into a standard social smile.

The next morning, I was at Moonclaw Pack's training camp, training the young wolves.

Because these young wolves hadn't fully adapted to their bodies yet, they needed some gentle, playful training.

This was originally one of the responsibilities of the pack's Luna, and I had been handling it all these years.

Even though I had already decided to leave, until then, I still had to be responsible for these young wolves.

At that moment, gamma Silas came over to me and said:

"Violet."

Because Xavier and I had never held a Marking ceremony and I hadn't been officially recognized as alpha Xavier's mate.

So Silas only called me by my name.

"A young lady from Frostveil Pack specifically requested to see you."

Violet's POV

I looked toward the training camp's main entrance.

That girl was carrying a limited-edition Herms bag with an antique necklace around her neck.

It was the one Xavier claimed he accidentally lost last week.

"Let her in."

Gamma Silas nodded and brought the girl in.

Amber stood before me.

Nineteen years old, young, tight skin, wearing a suit that was obviously trying to imitate my clothing style, her eyes full of eager ambition.

I waved my hand, signaling gamma Silas to take the young wolves to play.

Only then did I ask Amber what she wanted.

She handed me a crumpled receipt.

"Miss Violet, Alpha Xavier accidentally spilled red wine on my dress last night. He said you should handle it and told me to come to you for reimbursement of the cleaning fee."

I glanced at the amount on the receipt: 0-0,800.

Then I glanced at the dress she was wearing.

I didn't take the receipt. Instead, I took out my phone, opened the payment code, and transferred $2,000 to her.

"Keep the change."

I smiled at her.

Amber froze, clearly not expecting this reaction from me.

She crumpled the receipt into a ball and threw it hard at me:

"What are you so smug about! Xavier said you're a loose, boring, useless woman! He said seeing you makes him sick!"

I raised my hand and slapped her face to the side.

Amber covered her face, looking at me in shock.

"Use the extra money to buy mouthwash. A dirty mouth makes people look down on you."

I pulled a tissue from my pocket and carefully wiped my right hand that had just struck her.

"Acting so arrogant before you've even gained a footholdthat's asking for death."

Amber's eyes instantly reddened. She pulled out her phone, took a photo of me, and sent a voice message with a tearful voice:

"Xavier, that woman hit me... She's so mean, I'm so scared."

After sending the voice message, she glared at me viciously.

"Xavier said you're a nanny."

This sentence echoed in my mind.

Seven years ago when Xavier was injured, I stayed by his bedside all night. Back then he said:

"You're my angel."

Now the angel had become a nanny.

Only youth and fresh bloodlines had become the only hard currency.

I threw away the tissue in my hand.

That slap was just interest.

Violet's POV

When I got home, it was already dark.

There was an extra pair of pink slippers on the shoe rack, like a territorial declaration.

Xavier sat on the sofa, holding a tablet.

Hearing the door open, he didn't even look up. His first words were a rebuke.

"How can you argue with an immature young girl? Amber sent me a photo. Her face is swollen. Can't you be more magnanimous?"

I ignored him and walked straight to the bedroom, pulling out my suitcase.

Xavier followed me in, leaning against the doorframe, his brow furrowed:

"I'm talking to you! Violet? Amber is from Frostveil Pack, an important marriage alliance choice. I'm just giving her a chance. You're abusing your power."

I opened the closet, took down the clothes hanging inside one by one, and threw them into the suitcase.

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

I swept my skincare products into my makeup bag.

Xavier finally realized something was wrong. He stepped forward and pressed down on my suitcase:

"What are you doing? Running away from home again? I already told you it's nothing. Can you stop being so unreasonable?"

I backhanded him with a slap.

This slap was heavier than the one I gave Amber during the day.

Xavier's head jerked to the side from the blow, five finger marks quickly appearing on his face.

He covered his face, looking at me in astonishment.

"That slap is the interest for me leaving."

I said.

Xavier took a deep breath, his eyes turning cold:

"Fine, Violet, you've got some nerve now. Since you want to make a scene, let's settle the accounts. Everything you have nowwhich of it wasn't given by me? You want to leave? Fine. Don't expect me to beg you to come back. Also, that credit card in your handI'm canceling it. Consider it punishment for going crazy today."

"Whatever." I closed the suitcase. "Anything related to you, I don't want anymore."

"Don't regret this!" Xavier pointed at me. "Once you walk out that door, don't expect me to give you anything ever again!"

After saying that, feeling he'd lost face, he slammed the door and left.

I surveyed this house filled with seven years of memories.

I took out a stack of yellow sticky notes and labeled all the furniture, appliances, and decorative paintings I had purchased myself.

After finishing all this, I dragged my suitcase, took one last look at this house, and turned to leave.

As I drove away from the area, I saw Amber's figure.

Sure enough, the moment I left, she couldn't wait to move in.

An hour later, I arrived at the small apartment I had purchased myself.

In a human community.

Far from Moonclaw Pack, where no one would find me.

The first thing I did was open my computer and connect with Lucas.

Yes, my fated mate was the son of the alpha King, that notoriously fierce Lucas.

The screen lit up. Lucas's background showed he was in a car.

He raised his hand, signaling the people beside him to leave, focusing on the camera.

"Am I disturbing you?" I asked.

Lucas stared at me: "Nothing is more important than you. Have you handled everything? Think carefullyonce you come to my side, I won't let you go."

"I'm certain." I looked at him. "I want to be with you."

Lucas couldn't suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth: "I'll come get you right away."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

The video call ended.

I sat alone on the carpet.

A few days ago, while handling diplomatic affairs for Xavier, I happened to encounter Lucas, who was also out.

The special thread of fate between wolves drew us together, making us understand the moment we locked eyes.

We were fated mates arranged by the moon goddess.

But at that time, I still loved Xavier, so my wolf and I had a huge fight, finally agreeing to give me one week.

If within that week Xavier was willing to hold a Marking ceremony with me, I would refuse Lucas.

I knew this wasn't good.

After all, Lucas had been searching for his fated mate for nine years.

Any wolf who gets rejected after nine years of searching wouldn't feel too good about it.

In the worst-case scenario, he might directly kill Xavier.

Well... maybe he wouldn't, at least that wouldn't be wise.

Fortunately, Lucas had something very important to deal with urgently at the time, so he temporarily agreed to my request to stay at Moonclaw pack for one more week.

But now, just three days later, I had decided to be with my fated mate.

The destiny arranged by the moon goddess was indeed correct.

Violet's POV

Early the next morning, I went to the supermarket downstairs to buy necessities.

At checkout, I handed over the card I usually used.

A few seconds later, the cashier awkwardly handed the card back:

"Miss, the transaction was declined."

The customers queuing behind me cast strange looks.

I took back the card. My phone immediately showed a message from Xavier:

"Card's canceled. Want to spend money? Come back and apologize."

I switched to my own savings card to pay, picked up the shopping bag, and walked out of the supermarket.

As soon as I got home, my phone vibrated.

It was a bank text message: Your joint account ending in 8899 has been forcibly redeemed and $200,000 transferred out.

The note said household expenses.

That was our joint account. Most of the money in it was from my early savings.

Including what my father gave me and what I earned from working.

Xavier was openly robbing me.

The phone call came immediately after.

"Violet, did you see the deduction notice?"

Xavier's voice was self-righteous.

"This is a fine for your tantrum. That two hundred thousand dollars is compensation for Amber. Don't feel wronged. When you do something wrong, you pay the price."

Amber's voice came through in the background:

"Xavier, how do I turn this on? Can only your girlfriend use it?"

Xavier hurriedly brushed it off:

"Think it over carefully. Contact me when you've come to your senses."

With that, he hung up.

I took a screenshot of that deduction text and sent Xavier a message:

"Illegally transferring money from my account24 hours to return it, or I'll file a complaint with the werewolf council."

Protection of property in the werewolf world was clearly regulated by law.

It was enacted twenty years ago after two packs went to war over a financial dispute, when the alpha King issued a new law.

The purpose was probably to prevent packs from going to war over such small matters.

Although I believe the werewolf world has become peaceful recently purely because Lucas's mediation methods are too terrifyingand everyone can't beat him anyway.

After returning to the apartment, I opened my computer and pulled up the spending records from all these years.

Thanks to Xavier's habitshe had an extremely strong need for control and required every large expenditure of mine to be recorded, which conveniently left me with perfect evidence.

Late at night, a post popped up on social media.

The profile picture was Amber's. The photo background was my former bedroom. She wore my pajamas, taking a selfie in front of the mirror.

Caption: "The old owner's taste isn't bad, but now it's mine."

Immediately after, a private message lit up.

"I used all your skincare products for you. No sense wasting them. He's sleeping so soundly next to me."

I calmly typed a reply:

"I wore those pajamas when I had a skin disease and didn't wash them. The skincare products expired three months ago. Enjoy using them."

The other side immediately showed "typing..." for a long time, but ultimately sent nothing.

What I said was of course fake, just to disgust her.

Looks like I succeeded.

At 3 AM, I had insomnia.

I got up and stood by the window for a while, then contacted a werewolf lawyer.

These legal team members, uniformly trained by the Kingdom Academy, usually handled interpretation of various laws issued by the alpha King.

They also took on some legal business.

By the way, because they belonged to the alpha King, no one dared to retaliate against them when dissatisfied with litigation results.

After handling these matters, I went back to bed to sleep.

In my dream, Xavier gave me his first gift, swearing to treat me well for a lifetime.

When I woke up, my phone showed a bank deduction text.

That lifetime turned out to be only seven years.

You want to talk money? Then let's settle accounts one by one.