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 6
After Alpha Gorge tossed me aside, I became the entire Pack's punchline.
"Selina, huh?" they whispered, laughing behind my back. "Three years with Alpha Gorge, and what does she get? Played, used, then tossed. "
I ignored my parents, thinking staying close to him was worth it.
Riverpack-his world-was supposed to be my place. Now, look at me.
I knew the man was a flirt, a player. He loved new faces. But I thought-I thought-I could keep him. How naïve.
When I was his, his brothers would call me "sister-in-law," their smiles all fake warmth. Respect in front of him, mocking behind his back.
But now?
Now, they look at me like I'm a disease. "Don't catch anything from her," I can see it in their eyes.
Alpha Gorge was my first. I never even looked at another man. But now, I'm nothing to him.
I stepped out of the villa. Without Alpha Gorge, Riverpack felt massive, and I was utterly lost.
Thankfully, Eva-my blunt, carefree best friend-was there.
I crashed at her place. Three years of being Alpha Gorge's slave came flooding out.
She held me silently. "You'll figure it out, Selina. "
That night, the phone rang.
It was my father.
"Selina,"
"Mike from Stonepack wants to marry you."
I froze.
The name echoed from my childhood. The Alpha of Stonepack.
"He's an Alpha now, Selina.."
"But. I haven't seen him in years. Why now?"
"He wants you, Selina. This is your chance."
I was dizzy. Eva's eyes were on me.
"But. didn't Mike have that accident? Isn't he sex impotent...?"
My father hesitated. "Yes. But he's still Alpha. "
After my parents told me about the situation, they were very hesitant and said that if I couldn't accept it, I should just reject it.
Given the long-standing relationship between the families, Mike's side wouldn't make things difficult for us.
In the midst of their shock, I directly told them, "I agree to the marriage."
All these years, living by Alpha Gorge's side, I've done it all-the things I should and shouldn't have done. I've become numb to all those so-called romantic passions between men and women.
Marrying Alpha Mike, first, it would solidify Mountain pack's position within the pack, and second, I want to settle down for once.
As for whether Alpha Mike can still perform his duties as a mate, it's no longer the most important thing to me.
I didn't expect to run into Amelia while I was grabbing my things from Alpha Gorge's villa.
"Well, well, if it isn't Selina," she sneered.
"Is this because Alpha Gorge tossed you aside, and now you're packing up to go back home?"
It hadn't been long since I'd last seen her, but she was already so different from the girl I first met.
Back then, she was all innocence-long black hair, a white dress, and a shy, demure gaze.
But now she was decked out in designer brands, jewelry glittering at every turn.
I smiled, a bitter laugh. "You know, Amelia," I said, "you're becoming exactly what I used to be."
She froze for a second, but I could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes.
"One day, you'll end up just like me," I added, my smile growing colder. "Maybe even worse."
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7.6
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When I confronted him, Dustin didn't apologize. He brought his pregnant mistress, Jami, into our penthouse and told me to accept the hush money.
"You have nothing except what I give you," he sneered, treating me like a slow servant rather than the mastermind behind his success.
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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.
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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.
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8.4
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9.7
‼️ WARNING: Rated 18+ | Mature content
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Used.
Broken.
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The man who trained her wants her forever.
The man obsessed with her would die for her.
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