His Rejection at Altar Choosing Over The Alpha Chapter 11 – The Decision
The letter came by courier, sealed with the pack’s emblem—Alpha Quinn’s crest.
I stared at it for a long time before opening it.
Inside was a formal request: Quinn was stepping down temporarily. The elders had approved a restructuring plan, and he wanted me to return—not just to the pack, but to lead a community initiative within it.
He was offering me a seat at the table I’d spent years knocking on, ignored.
I placed the letter on my desk and walked away.
My phone buzzed not long after.
[Quinn: You don’t owe me anything. This is just a chance. For you. No strings.]
But everything he and I had ever been came with strings.
Later that night, I sat under the stars with Callan again, the construction site now looking more like a home than a project.
I handed him the letter. He read it, then passed it back without comment.
“What would you do?” I asked.
“I’d ask myself,” he said, “if I’m going back because it’s right… or just familiar.”
I turned the paper over in my hands. “I don’t want to run away from my history.”
“You’re not,” he said. “You’re choosing your future.”
That night, I stayed awake for hours.
Not because of fear.
But because I finally had something rare:
Options.
By morning, I sent my reply.
[To the Council: I respectfully decline the position. I am pursuing a new chapter, and I hope the pack flourishes under renewed leadership.]
I didn’t tell Quinn directly. He’d understand.
Or he wouldn’t.
Either way, this wasn’t his story anymore.
It was mine.
And it wasn’t shaped by what I left behind…
But by where I was heading.
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