Rejected Fate Chapter 06

Rejected Fate Chapter 06

After I rejected his mate bond, Daniel never came 

to disturb me again. 

Yet posts featuring him and Nora flooded PackNet 

nonstop. 

They flaunted their affection openly without any 

restraint. 

Word got around that they’d thrown an 

extravagant official mating ceremony. 

The venue spanned as large as a full football 

pitch. 

Gleaming moonstones lined every corner, so 

opulent that even the moonlight seemed dim next 

to it. 

Alphas and Lunas from every pack across the 

werewolf continent received formal invitations. 

Even ordinary wolves from Silverpine Pack were 

invited as honored guests. 

After returning home, they praised the ceremony endlessly online. 

“Alpha Daniel loves his Luna deeply. His gaze for 

her is soft as gentle moonlight.” 

“The ceremony is beyond luxurious. He has given. 

his Luna every precious treasure in this world.” 

My friend feed on PackNet was filled with 

discussions about the ceremony as well. 

Some guests uploaded snapshots taken at the 

grand scene. 

Others teased and joked in the comment section. 

Several users even deliberately tagged me. 

“What has Isabella been up to lately?” 

The rest echoed the question one after another. 

I took a photo of my newly finished moonwood 

rose carving and posted it online. 

Comments flooded in right away. 

“This carving is breathtakingly beautiful.” 

It looks exactly like a fresh real rose.” 

“Izzy, your carving skill has improved astonishingly 

fast.” 

“I want this moonwood rose so badly!” 

A soft smile tugged at my lips as I read these 

warm comments. 

The next second, Nora dropped a new post 

instantly. 

Her photo showed ninety–nine fresh red roses dotted with crystal dewdrops, bright and vivid. 

A small card attached to the bouquet read: Daniel 

only loves Nora. 

She added a caption below the picture: Artificial 

wooden flowers can never compare to the 

romance of fresh real roses. 

The whole comment section shifted tone 

completely in an instant. 

“Alpha Daniel is such a devoted mate.” 

“Luna Nora is so blessed, I’m utterly envious.” 

Nora left another deliberate comment pretending to be considerate. 

“I’m so sorry! I forgot Isabella once had feelings for Daniel. Did I post this inappropriately?” 

“Please don’t be mad at me, Isabella.” 

The entire comment zone fell dead silent. 

Two minutes later, a stranger left a plain 

comment. 

“Isabella, do you want roses too? I can buy you 

any number you like.” 

The comment section turned completely quiet 

once more. 

I knew clearly that this anonymous comment 

came from Daniel. 

Feeling speechless at his petty act, I blocked the 

account directly and deleted my carving post 

without hesitation. 

My phone rang shortly after. 

I answered the call calmly. 

“Hello.” 

Silence lingered on the other end for a brief 

second. 

“Isabella.” 

“I miss you.” 

“I need to see you.” 

I hung up the call straight away. 

POV: Daniel 

Irritation surged through me the moment the call 

cut dead. 

I had spared no expense holding such a magnificent mating ceremony, all for one purpose 

to make Isabella far away in the Northern Wastes jealous, to warn her. 

If she kept staying away, another she–wolf would 

take her place beside me forever. 

Yet she showed no trace of jealousy at all. 

This was nothing like her, not one bit. 

Before I realized it, I had walked all the way to her 

old moonwood carving studio. 

The spare key was still hidden in the old secret 

spot. 

I unlocked the door skillfully out of long habit. 

The studio was utterly empty now. 

All carvings displayed on the showcase were 

gone. 

All wooden ornaments hanging on the wall had 

vanished. 

Every tiny trinket we bought together was cleared 

away completely. 

I breathed out in relief, convincing myself 

stubbornly. 

“She’s just putting on a brave face.” 

“She took all her belongings away, yet still claims 

she does not love me anymore.” 

I stepped slowly deeper into the room, and my 

gaze froze abruptly at a familiar cloth pouch lying 

inside the trash can. 

I bent down and picked it up. 

Inside lay the custom carving knives I once gifted 

her, with our initials engraved clearly on every 

handle. 

Beneath the pouch in the trash bin piled piles of 

discarded small wooden carvings. 

My hands trembled uncontrollably as I picked 

them up one by one. 

A tiny wooden puppy – her very first carving when 

she just started learning moonwood craft. 

I had teased her back then, saying the puppy 

looked more like a clumsy little pig. She had 

jumped up angrily and hit my arm playfully. 

A delicate wooden bow – she once said she 

would turn it into a hair clip and clip it on my head 

for fun. 

More small wooden works followed, each carrying 

sweet old memories exclusive to us. 

Bittersweet memories flooded my mind instantly. 

How could she bear to throw all of these away… 

All of a sudden, her firm, cold voice echoed 

sharply inside my head. 

Daniel Grant, I, Isabella Jordan, reject you as my 

mate. 

Sharp, piercing pain stabbed my chest the second 

the sentence replayed. 

My face drained of all color in an instant. 

My inner wolf roared in agony deep inside my 

chest, letting out desperate, pained growls 

nonstop. 

He screamed that I was a foolish alpha wolf, who 

had carelessly lost my irreplaceable fated mate 

forever. 

I tried every means possible to sense our innate 

mate bond, yet I could not feel even the faintest 

thread of connection between Isabella and me. 

The crushing pain ripped my soul apart, piece by 

piece.