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Love Me, Or Reject Me

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After an abrupt stampede, Freya was hastily taken to the hospital, yet her mate Kingsley found solace in another woman. For three long years, Freya harbored the hope that her love would thaw Kingsley's icy heart, but alas, her yearning proved to be nothing more than a jest. She observed Kingsley showering the other woman with affection, and now, weary of unrequited devotion, she resolved to depart, vowing to reject him. However, the aloof Kingsley underwent an astonishing transformation, assuming a new persona as he fervently pursued Freya.

Chapter 1 Stampede

Freya's POV

My phone suddenly vibrated; it was a text message from my friend Novia Motley: "Freya, Tracy's fan meeting at the Times Mall caused a stampede today. Didn't you tweet an hour ago that you were at the mall? I mean, are you okay?"

I pursed my lips, my right hand being infused, so I had to use my left hand to type a difficult reply: "Yeah, but don't worry. Just a small injury, no big deal."

The message had hardly been sent when I received a call from Novia.

"Which hospital are you in? I'm coming to see you now." Novia's nervous voice immediately rang out of the phone.

"Athana National Hospital." The thought of her anxious face on the other end made me feel a little relieved and I smiled bitterly.

"Hold on, I'll be right there," she assured me before she hung up the phone.

As I had strolled through the mall earlier today, my only intention was to purchase a new outfit.

Little did I know that I would stumble upon the fan meeting of the famous star, Tracy. The frenzied crowd had filled every nook and cranny of the mall, resulting in a stampede that resembled a flock of frightened sheep scrambling to escape.

Tracy's desperate screams had been amplified by the microphone, attracting more people to the chaos, and causing more injuries. Eventually, she was extracted from the crowd by a dozen bodyguards, thus forcing the cancellation of the fan meeting.

"Shit! What bad luck!" That was the only thought in my mind before I was injured and rushed to the hospital.

However, with the wards currently filled with critical patients, I was only able to be placed in a corridor bed, and the air was filled with the overpowering smell of disinfectant, making me feel nauseous.

"Ms. Yost? Is your family still not here?"

The nurse's voice was slightly apologetic, conveying a sense of difficulty and interrupting my thoughts.

"I'm sorry, he might have something going on at work, so I can sign for it myself if the surgery is done," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, and a trace of disappointment showed in my eyes.

"Sorry, we will never allow this to happen. You had such a big accident, and someone should take care of you."

The nurse's expression betrayed surprise, and I could sense a hint of pity hidden in her eyes. Perhaps to her, I was just a pitiful soul, abandoned and alone.

"Okay, I'll try again then," I said, lowering my eyes as she walked away.

The enormity of what had happened was overwhelming, yet my phone remained silent, with the only contact listed as "husband," but no response.

The silence was more chilling than the tragic events that had transpired earlier that day.

Although the nurse had only identified superficial injuries during the initial examination, further tests were necessary to determine whether any organs had sustained damage.

This was why she kept insisting on waiting for my family.

Just then, a faint musky scent drifted into my nostrils, a fragrance that I knew all too well, and it instantly calmed my restless heart.

I sensed that it was my husband, Kingsley Wright, who wore a hat and mask covering himself tightly, and I couldn't help but feel happy.

He was wearing a decent suit and anxiously searching the hallway. I thought my message had paid off, so I painfully stood up to greet him with excitement.

However, his eyes did not linger on my body for more than a second. Instead, he stopped a passing medical staff member to ask a question before walking without looking back to the innermost room of the corridor.

It was Tracy's room, which was now surrounded by the press.

"What am I expecting..." I forced a smile and held back my tears.

Kingsley's appearance immediately piqued the interest of a large group of reporters, who became excited and charged towards him, looking as if a second stampede was about to occur.

"Hey, handsome, are you Tracy's legendary underground lover?" they asked. "Can you tell us how long you've been talking and when you plan to announce it?"

"Is it true that you are Kingsley Wright, the eldest son of the Shadowmoon Pack royal family?" questioned the journalist at the hospital entrance.

Just then, Kingsley entered the ward with a solemn expression, flanked by Tracy's bodyguards.

The reporters at the entrance scrambled to capture the latest information, but were met with firm resistance from the stoic bodyguards wearing sunglasses.

My heart sank at the sight of him. As his lawful mate, the ceremony of our mating three years ago attracted the attention of the entire community.

I had anticipated a happy and fulfilling life with him in the future. However, after the wedding, he became a different person – distant and detached.

Today, even in the face of my grave accident, he showed no concern for me and instead made a special trip to attend to another woman.

The thought of it was unbearable, and I stumbled out of the hospital corridor, clutching the handles for support.

Just as I reached the hospital entrance, Novia pulled up in her car and rushed over to hold my arm upon seeing my disheveled appearance.

"That wolf-hearted thing Kingsley didn't even bother to come. He doesn't deserve to be your mate. Hey, why don't you just reject him?" she declared in anger.

"Reject?" I whispered, knowing she was only joking, but still chewing over the words.

"What's the difference between my life today and that after rejecting?" I thought to myself.

A bittersweet feeling swelled within me, and I lifted my head, trying to hide the tears.

"Hey honey. Come on, you look quite unsightly with that sad face. Don't hesitate to tell me when you need me. You know I'll always be here with you," Novia said.

Though her words sounded slightly biting, they still warmed my heart as her eyebrows knitted together in concern.

After she dropped me off at my doorstep, Novia waved goodbye from her car.

As I hobbled back to my room, I glanced around at the empty house and felt a heavy sense of loss in my heart.

I pulled the blanket tight around me and scrolled through my social media feed, but my heart suddenly skipped a beat at the sight of a particular photo.

It was a pregnancy-test report, and the most crucial thing was the blurry figure standing next to Tracy's white palm, exuding a cold aura that could only belong to Kingsley.

At that moment, my heart felt as though it were bleeding.

Despite being accepted by him as his mate for three years, we had not yet had children.

Could this be the reason why Kingsley chose to stay away from me?

I took a shower and lay on my bed, staring blankly out the window as the sun sank below the horizon.

It was midnight when footsteps echoed outside my bedroom door. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Gently, Kingsley approached.

Then, he lay down next to me and stretched his body. At that moment, my hot hand began to caress his body. He opened his eyes with a start.

I continued to stroke his chest, and my heart felt like it was racing down a highway.

My hand slowly traveled down his body, igniting a fire of desire that burned deep in his belly.

I could feel his wolf couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

Kingsley leaned down slowly and kissed me tenderly, and I responded passionately. My legs entwined around his waist, and I felt his desire for me.

He had a faint scent that was reminiscent of the wind blowing into a fire, and I felt like I was slowly losing my mind.

When Kingsley was about to enter my body, I suddenly thought of my duty tonight. My delicate hands braced against his chest, preventing his next move.

Kingsley was confused and looked at me with blurred eyes.

My breathing became slightly disordered, my messy hair pressed tightly against my sweat-sheen forehead. Then I took a pillow from my side and placed it under myself.

"It's my ovulation day," I said. "The doctor said it's easier to get pregnant in this position."

Chapter 2 Is That What You're After?

Freya's POV

I spoke with an unsettling calmness as if discussing an inconsequential matter such as a meal.

But as soon as my words reached Kingsley's ears, his body stiffened, and I could clearly see the desire in his eyes dissipated instantly.

"Is that what you're after?" he retorted coldly, searching my face for a reaction in the dim moonlight filtering through the window.

"I'm simply on a mission to produce a child," I replied in a monotone voice, with a subtle sadness.

"Are you using this way to secure your own future?" Kingsley asked, standing up from the bed and slowly putting on his clothes.

Silence filled the room as I seemed to shrink before Kingsley's eyes.

He looked so angry and confused, like my words had cut him deeply.

"We've been mated for three years and have yet to conceive. I'm anxious about the possibility of you having a child with another woman," I said, my voice cracking with emotion as I thought of Tracy's pr

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