His Rejection at Altar Choosing Over The Alpha Chapter 8 – Quinn’s Awakening
The packhouse had never felt so quiet.
Alpha Quinn stood by the window of his office, staring at the empty driveway below. Kaitlyn’s absence had created a stillness he couldn’t explain—like someone had opened a window during a storm and forgotten to shut it.
Delta Carmen knocked once before entering, crisp and efficient as always. “The investor from the Blackridge pack just canceled. They’re postponing the expansion.”
He didn’t respond right away.
Carmen waited, then added, “They said they’re re-evaluating leadership partnerships.”
Still, silence.
“Quinn?” she asked, a sliver of annoyance slipping into her voice.
He finally turned to face her, but his eyes weren’t focused on her. “How long have you been playing me?”
Her expression flickered. “Excuse me?”
“I overheard you last night,” he said. “On the call. Talking about how I’m just a stepping stone. How you’ll stand beside me when it counts.”
Carmen didn’t flinch. “And yet you kept me beside you anyway. So who’s really playing who?”
He stared at her, anger rising—but underneath it, something colder.
Realization.
“You never cared about the pack,” he said.
She gave a short laugh. “Of course I did. But not in the way you think. The pack is power. You can lead it with strength or sentiment. I chose strength. You… you used to know the difference.”
He sat down heavily behind his desk. “Get out.”
Carmen stepped forward, unfazed. “You don’t get to turn on me just because your little puppet found her scissors.”
He didn’t answer.
Because she was right.
Kaitlyn had cut the strings. And he hadn’t even noticed when she started sharpening the blade.
Once she was gone, everything else started unraveling—conversations he used to ignore echoed louder now. The way she used to wait for him at dinners, dressed up and hopeful. The way she used to say we, and he’d always answer with I.
How had he never seen it?
The ring she returned still sat in the drawer of his desk. He pulled it out now, holding the cool metal between his fingers.
It had meant something once. To her. Maybe even to him.
He thought he’d always have time. That she’d always be there, waiting.
But Kaitlyn had walked away without flinching.
And that—that was what haunted him.
The realization came slow and painful: He didn’t just lose her.
He lost the version of himself who was capable of being loved by someone like her.
And that version wasn’t coming back.
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