Reborn to Get the Alpha She Rejected novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Mates In Name Only

Per our agreement, I had Leander post a photo of us holding hands on the pack’s social platform.

In the picture, his hand wrapped around mine. His profile was sharp and cold, while I gazed downward, soft-eyed. The caption was just one word, “Mate.”

The goal was simple. Let the whole pack know we were a happy couple, shut down the gossip, and put the old Luna’s mind at ease.

I scrolled through his profile out of curiosity. It was eerily clean. Besides the post he’d just made, there was nothing. He hadn’t even shared a single pack announcement.

Then again, a man like him, consumed by pack business from dawn to dusk, probably found social media about as interesting as watching paint dry.

That night, true to our agreement, he slept on the bed while I took the daybed nearby.

The daybed was small but comfortable enough. I wasn’t about to complain. Getting a high- ranking alpha to agree to an arrangement like this was already a minor miracle.

The next morning, I woke to a faint noise.

I crept toward the sound, on alert, only to find Leander.

He was already deep into his morning workout. Every push-up was controlled, explosive, all

raw power.

I’d always heard that cold, emotionally detached alphas tended to neglect their bodies, ending up lean and underwhelming.

But clearly not him. He’d got eight-pack abs, solid calves, the kind of build that radiated pure strength.

Way better than Thomas. Not even close.

“Stop staring. I’m not interested in you.”

His voice cut through the silence as he pushed himself off the floor.

“Get dressed. You’re coming to breakfast with me.”

The implication was obvious. In front of the pack, we had a role to play.

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Chapter 3 Mates In Name Only

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Honestly, after spending a little time with him, he wasn’t half as unapproachable as everyone

made him out to be.

So what made him so brutal to Vivian in their last life? Why did he beat her every single day?

Once I was ready, we headed out together.

The moment we stepped outside, I spotted Vivian and Thomas walking toward us, fingers intertwined.

She wore a revealing strapless leather dress, and her collarbone and shoulders were covered in hickeys.

She made a point of thrusting her shoulders forward, practically shoving those marks in my face.

Her expression was pure smugness as she looked me over from head to toe.

Covered up from neck to wrist. Leander definitely beat her and she’s hiding the bruises. An unmarked female has zero standing in front of an alpha.

She smirked to herself, satisfied with that conclusion.

“Mia, how was your mating night?”

I glanced down at my own dress. High collar, sleeves to the wrist. It was the traditional luna attire of Bluemoon Pack.

Vivian had clearly forgotten that the old Luna despised flashy, revealing clothing. Even makeup was supposed to be understated and elegant, never heavy or gaudy.

But I wasn’t about to remind her.

I just smiled. “Vivian, by pack hierarchy, you should be calling me Luna, not my first name.”

Her face soured instantly. She bit down on her lip in defiance. “Leander never told me to call you that. Who do you think you are?”

Then she turned to Leander, “Leander, back me up here.”

I felt it before I saw it. The alpha dominance radiating off Leander began to thicken, filling the air like a slow-building storm.

Thomas cursed in his head. Fuck. This idiot. I’ll deal with her tonight. He tugged at Vivian’s hand, signaling her to stop talking.

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She didn’t get the hint.

“Thomas, what’s the first rule of the pack?” Leander’s voice was quiet, almost casual.

Thomas’s head snapped down immediately. “Sorry, Leander. I’ll set her straight.”

A sharp crack rang out as his palm connected with Vivian’s face.

“Greet Alpha and Luna. Now.”

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