His Rejection at Altar Choosing Over The Alpha Chapter 10 – New Roots
The morning after Quinn’s visit, I woke to birdsong instead of heartache.
It wasn’t dramatic. Just… lighter.
I spent the day clearing out old clothes, rearranging the furniture, and scrubbing down corners I’d ignored for years. The scent of lemon cleaner filled the apartment like a reset button.
I wasn’t just tidying up—I was making space. For something new. For me.
That evening, I found myself back at the community site.
The shelters were coming together—frames solid, walls up, roofs going on. And so was I.
“Back again?” Callan said, tossing me a bottle of water as I arrived.
“You act surprised.”
He smiled. “No. Just impressed.”
We worked in companionable silence, side by side. Occasionally our hands brushed, but this time it felt… deliberate. Neither of us moved away.
Later, we sat on the tailgate of his truck, watching dusk spread across the trees.
“Why’d you really come out here, Callan?” I asked.
He stared ahead at the horizon. “My father was a cruel Alpha. Left the pack weaker than he found it. I inherited a mess and too many bad memories.”
“So you ran?”
“No,” he said quietly. “I stepped back so I wouldn’t become him. I’m rebuilding things the right way. No games. No power plays.”
I studied him in the fading light. “That’s rare in an Alpha.”
He turned his gaze to me. “That’s why I noticed you. You don’t hide who you are. You were trying so hard to be part of someone else’s world… but you have your own.”
My heart thudded quietly.
I didn’t respond.
Didn’t need to.
Because for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t reaching for something that didn’t want me back.
I was being reached for.
As we sat in silence, the stars beginning to peek out, a new thought bloomed gently in my chest:
Maybe this was the beginning of something real.
Not fire.
Not fate.
Just roots.
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