He Lost His Alpha Status After Turning Me Down Chapter 07

He Lost His Alpha Status After Turning Me Down Chapter 07

The elder left, worry etched into every line of his 

face. 

I pushed open the door to the hospital room. 

My mother was propped up against the 

headboard, still pale, but she managed a small 

smile when she saw me come in. 

“Altalune, who was that just now?” 

“Nobody.” 

I sat beside her and took her hand. 

“Mom, I’m sorry.” 

She shook her head, reached up, and touched my 

cheek. 

“Silly girl. What are you apologizing to me for?” 

I laid my head on the edge of her bed, and the 

tears came silently. 

Sunlight streamed through the window. It was a 

beautiful day. 

But inside me, a blizzard had settled in. 

A few days later, Ravenhowl’s pack council held a 

full vote and stripped Geirolf of his Alpha title. A 

Beta was appointed in his place. 

After that, Geirolf tried to contact me constantly. Without the mate bond, he could no longer reach 

me through our mind link, so he resorted to 

relentless texting: 

Altalune, I know I was wrong. I really do. 

The thing with Ulva, I was an idiot. I thought she was fragile, that she needed protection. I never 

realized she’d stab me in the back the moment I 

wasn’t useful. 

You canceled the alliance between our packs. My dad was so upset he ended up in the hospital. 

Could you… could you at least go see him? 

Yell at me, hit me, I don’t care. Just stop ignoring 

1. me. 

I didn’t reply to a single one. 

Until the day I ran into Ulva outside the hospital. 

She was wearing a designer dress, arm linked through that of a heavyset man. A werewolf from another pack. Her new mate. 

She spotted me and froze for a moment, then smiled. “Altalune. Long time no see.” 

I walked past her without a word. 

She let go of the man’s arm and caught up to me 

in a few quick strides. “What are you so smug 

about?” 

I stopped. 

She dropped her voice, her eyes full of venom. 

“You think you won? Geirolf’s heart is still mine. He 

calls me every day, begging me to come back.” 

I looked at her. “Is that so?” 

She lifted her chin. “Of course. He says he regrets 

everything. Says I was always the best one. 

Altalune, you were just the one he weighed the 

pros and cons on and decided to throw away…” 

“Ulva.” I cut her off. “He’s calling you because he’s 

no longer an Alpha. He’s terrified of losing his 

power, and he’s looking for someone to make him 

feel better. That’s all you are.” 

Her face changed. “You’re lying!” 

“That man beside you.” I tilted my chin toward the heavyset werewolf waiting at the entrance. “His name is Sail. He’s been banished from his pack. He’s a rogue. If you don’t want to end up 

homeless, you should take a very close look at the vows between you two.” 

Ulva’s face went white as bone. 

“You thought you latched onto someone with potential? A future Alpha?” I offered her a helpful smile. “Your taste in men is as terrible as ever.” 

Her lips shook. She wanted to say something. 

Nothing came out. 

I stepped closer and leaned toward her ear. “Oh, 

and one more thing. Geirolf isn’t Alpha anymore. 

Those little tricks of yours, the wrist–slitting, the 

depression, the crying for help, there’s nobody left 

to perform for.” 

She jerked back a full step. 

I looked at her one last time. “Ulva. Take care of 

yourself.” 

I turned and walked away without looking back. 

A month later, my mom was discharged and went 

home to recover. 

I heard Geirolf had fallen ill. His mother begged 

me to visit him. I refused. 

That afternoon, I went to the hospital to finalize 

my resignation paperwork. I was leaving for the 

Northern Territories School of Werewolf Medicine. 

A hand closed around my wrist. 

Geirolf stood in front of me. 

He’d lost so much weight that his cheekbones 

jutted out. Dark hollows ringed his eyes. His jaw 

was covered in rough stubble. The cold, 

composed elegance that had once defined him 

was completely gone. 

“Altalune.” His voice was raw. “Can we talk?” 

I pulled my hand free. “There’s nothing to talk 

about.” 

“Five minutes.” He blocked my path. “Just give me 

five minutes.” 

I looked at him. Then I nodded. 

The coffee shop on the hospital’s ground floor. He 

sat across from me, hands wrapped around a cup, 

saying nothing for what felt like forever. 

I checked my watch. “You have three minutes left.”