His Rejection at Altar Choosing Over The Alpha Chapter 9 – Ashes of Old Fire
It started with a knock.
Not a message. Not a call.
A real knock on the door of my apartment—one I hadn’t heard in weeks.
I opened it slowly.
Quinn.
He stood there with the same familiar posture, the same carefully composed expression. But the mask had cracks now.
“Can we talk?” he asked.
I didn’t move. “Why?”
“I just need ten minutes,” he said. “Then I’ll leave.”
Against my better judgment, I stepped aside.
He entered quietly, his eyes scanning the space like he was seeing it for the first time. Maybe he was. He never really came here—always insisting we spend time at the packhouse, on his turf.
“I know you’re done with me,” he said, turning to face me. “And I don’t blame you.”
I didn’t respond.
“But I need you to hear this.”
I crossed my arms.
He continued, his voice low. “You were right. About Carmen. About everything. She’s gone now. I… let her go.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Or did she leave because it no longer served her?”
His jaw tightened. But he didn’t argue.
“I used to think you’d always be there,” he admitted. “That no matter how many times I messed up, you’d wait. I told myself it was loyalty. That you were patient. But the truth is—I just took you for granted.”
“And now?”
He met my eyes. “Now I see what I had. And what I lost.”
I walked past him to the window, needing distance from the weight of his words.
“Quinn,” I said quietly, “you didn’t just lose me. You lost us years ago. You just didn’t notice.”
He moved closer but kept a respectful distance. “Is there any chance we could try again? Start over?”
I turned slowly to face him.
There was a time when I would have said yes without hesitation. A time when even this small admission would’ve sent me running back into his arms.
But now?
“I don’t hate you,” I said. “I want you to heal. To be better. But I won’t be the one who waits while you figure it out.”
His eyes dropped. He nodded.
“This isn’t a punishment,” I added. “It’s just the truth. Some fires, once burned out, aren’t meant to be relit.”
He lingered a moment longer, as if hoping I’d change my mind.
But I didn’t.
“Goodbye, Kaitlyn,” he said finally, and turned to leave.
When the door shut behind him, I didn’t cry.
Because this time, I wasn’t letting go out of heartbreak.
I was letting go out of choice.
”Want to Recent list click here His Rejection at Altar Choosing Over The Alpha, and you can also “allow notification” to get updates of latest chapter.