ReJecTed by the GaMma LoVeD by the AlpHa :♡AnGel's Choice♡

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This chapter contains several different perspectives.

Angels perspective ~

Upon hearing the devastating news of my biological father's death, a wave of grief and sorrow washed over me. Despite the fact that I had never truly known him, the realization that I would never have the opportunity to forge a connection with him cut deep, leaving an ache in my heart that I struggled to soothe or understand.

However, amidst the sorrow that clouded my mind, another thought, darker and more insidious, crept in unbidden—Pandora, my crazy sister, had to have played a role in this tragic turn of events. My father was a piece of shit, I don't know why I care if he lived or died, I guess I was just more confused than anything.

The notion that Pandora, with her volatile nature and hidden agendas, could be entangled in my father's sudden and violent end sent a chill down my spine. Her presence loomed over my thoughts like a sinister shadow, casting doubt on the circumstances surrounding his death and raising unsettling questions about the tangled web of secrets that surrounded our family.

As I grappled with the conflicting emotions swirling within me—grief for a father unknown and suspicion towards a untrustworthy sister shrouded in mystery—I knew that Pandora's involvement in my father's demise hinted at a darkness that lurked beneath the surface, a darkness that threatened to engulf me in its twisted embrace.

With a heavy heart and a wary mind, I braced myself for the tumultuous journey that lay ahead, knowing that the shadows of the past and the machinations of the present would intertwine in ways that I could scarcely imagine. The tangled threads of fate had been woven, and I could only pray that I had the strength and resilience to navigate the treacherous path that awaited me.

Pandora's perspective -

I, Pandora McGregor of the Twin Moons pack, I uttered the words that severed any ties between Shiloh Walker and myself as mates and future rulers of this pack, the gravity of my decision hung heavy on my conscience. The sharp edge of rejection sliced through the bond that once tethered us, a bitter truth that stung us both. Despite the pang of regret that tugged at my heart, I knew this was a necessary act—I could never place my trust in him, not after what I had learned. And even if I did stay with him, what would he be the Alpha of my pack? I would be his Luna? I don't fucking think so!

Leaving Shiloh sprawled on the unforgiving floor, writhing in agony, I maintained a facade and acted like I didn't give a fuck, masking the turmoil that churned within me. I had a mission to fulfill, a strategy to execute. The challenge between Angel's two mates presented an opportunity—an opportunity to manipulate the outcome, to secure my own ascent in the pack and palace hierarchy, and to inflict a wound upon Angel that cut deeper than any blade could. The fact that they're challenging each other for that wretched bitch, Angel, was a perfect opportunity to set my plan in motion.

With calculated precision, I prepared for the role I would play in the impending showdown, knowing that my presence would be a catalyst for change, for upheaval. The mate spray I had acquired from a local witch was my ace in the hole, a wild card that could tip the scales in my favor. If all went according to plan, the need for a physical confrontation between the rivals might be rendered unnecessary.

As I hastily gathered my belongings and set out for the palace, a sense of anticipation crackled in the air. I was Angel's sister, after all—a pillar of support, or so it would seem, of course I would have to apologize and kiss her ass for a while. But beneath the facade of familial duty lay a darker truth, a thirst for power and retribution that drove me forward.

The coming moments would be pivotal, the outcomes uncertain. Whichever of Angel's mates reached me first was inconsequential; what mattered was the game I was about to play, the stakes higher than ever before. But if I'm being honest with myself, I would prefer Xavius, he would be king afterall. I just didn't know if my mate spray was a match for his lycan senses.

With a sly smile and a heart filled with icy determination, I gave my Dad a kiss goodbye after promising him I would be careful and I embarked on my journey. I was ready to make my mark and reshape the fate that awaited us all.

..Well at least I would try. After all Angel has taken everything from me my happiness, my mate, all  before I even got a chance to meet him. So I would take what was hers and I would make her think that it was all the goddesses plan.

Unknown persons perspective★

No one had a clue about the Alpha blood pumping through my veins, fueling a burning desire to settle an old score. Sneaking into the filth they called Mike Weaver's place, I masked my alpha aura – a trick only us alphas are able to pull off. Taking down the guards was a breeze, and I crept through the pack house, careful not to disturb the sleeping Alpha. Facing him head-on wasn't an option; the guy was a beast in a fight and now that he was an alpha I knew it would be worse. So, I took advantage of his slumber and swiftly ended his reign with a quick swipe of my enchanted blade it was a wound he would never heal from, It was almost too easy – wish I'd known sooner.

Cleaning up the aftermath without leaving a trace, I made a hasty exit, knowing the other pack members would start  waking up and asking questions soon. That's when I was met by a dark figure lurking in the shadows who seemed to be in pain, so, Iended him quickly with another swipe of my blade. I couldn't leave any witnesses.

Crafting a solid alibi was key; I couldn't afford to be pinned for this shit. Facing the pack's wrath was a risk worth taking for avenging my family's brutal murder, but, if I could avoid it I would, at all costs. As I slipped away, a captivating scent caught my attention, stirring my wolf. The house held no trace of the mysterious she-wolf behind the enticing fragrance. Her scent, a mix of ocean freshness and coconut sweetness, had me intrigued, but duty called – I had to get back home before anyone noticed I was missing.

The mystery of the alluring she-wolf would have to wait, adding a touch of intrigue to the shadows of my grim task.