Dumped by the alpha, he begged me back like a dog
I was Alpha Gorge's dog-silent, submissive, chained by his every command.
I crawled in the dirt, did things even the moon would scorn, all for a love I thought would one day be returned.
But when that day came-he stood there, arms around another, his eyes as cold as the void, his words cutting deeper than any claw.
"I'm bored with you."
My heart turned to ice.
I bonded with Alpha Mike.
Alpha Gorge, waiting for me to beg, to crumble, stood paralyzed-shocked-as I walked away, leaving him behind.
When he saw me standing strong, unbowed, beside another-his wolf howled.
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Chapter 1
"Selina, you're going to be Alpha Gorge's luna? You didn't even tell me? Do you have any conscience?!" Eva's words struck like claws, echoing in my ears.
I froze.
Alpha Gorge-my Alpha-had announced it to the Pack? Why didn't he tell me?
Three years of devotion.
Finally... it's my turn.
But when I stepped inside,the familiar scent of my Alpha, that earthy, primal scent, mingled with something sharp.
I pushed open the door, everything shattered.
There she was.
Innocent, pure.
Her arms wrapped around Alpha Gorge's neck, her head nestled against his chest.
"Gorge, how does it feel." Her voice was soft.
Suddenly, Alpha Gorge's hand shot out. "Let me smell it." He yanked her bra strap aside.
The girl let out a soft, silvery laugh.
The moment I stepped in, the girl's laughter cut off, her eyes flashing with panic as she scrambled to get off Alpha Gorge's lap.
But he caught her, his grip like iron, pulling her back against him.
"What are you afraid of?" His voice, low and taunting, sent a shiver down my spine.
He shifted his attention back to her, fingers gently lifting her chin, pushing her face toward his.
"You think you're my Luna?"
I laughed, bitter and forced, my voice laced with fury. "I thought you were claiming me, Gorge. Finally making it real. But it's just another game, isn't it?"
Alpha Gorge's eyes darkened. "Oh, it's real, alright. I am claiming my Luna."
His hand slid down Amelia's neck, possessive and slow, like a hunter savoring the kill. "But it's not you, Selina. She's my true mate."
Amelia curled deeper into Alpha Gorge's lap, her eyes sparkling with victory.
"So, you must be Selina, huh? The longest lover of Alpha Gorge. But guess what? It's me and him now. Guess I've won."
Her words sliced through me. Alpha Gorge, with that same mocking smile, leaned down to kiss her.
"Oh, Alpha Gorge, my shoes are dirty, my OCD. let me clean them first."
"You don't have to do that, Selina," he sneered.
"Selina, Just lick them clean."
My heart shattered into jagged pieces. Three years of devotion-and this is how I was discarded.
"If this is just to humiliate me, congratulations. You've succeeded,"
I turned to leave.
But in an instant, Alpha Gorge's hand was on me. He yanked my arm hard, pulling me back.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Before I could react, his fingers twisted under my chin, forcing me to look into his icy eyes.
"Look at you," he snarled.
"Look at this pathetic thing you've become. Filthy. Weak. So damn common. Do you really think you deserve me? A beast like you?"
I struggled, pulling away, but his hold was suffocating.
"You're nothing but a plaything!"
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As I lay on the floor, bleeding and dizzy from a split forehead, I watched the man I loved step over my body to comfort the woman wearing my mother's stolen heirloom ring.
He didn't check my pulse. He didn't call for help. He looked at me with pure disgust and turned his back.
In that moment, the wife died, and the witness was born.
He thought I was powerless because I had no assets in my name. He thought I would fade away quietly.
He forgot one crucial detail: I wasn't just the furniture in his castle. I was the architect.
Every server, every encrypted drive, every hidden account—I owned the code.
I wiped the blood from my face and walked out the door, but I didn't go to a lawyer.
I went to a hardware store and bought a ten-pound sledgehammer.
I wasn't going to just leave him.
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Used.
Broken.
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