Farewell, Alpha
I sacrificed the wolf core to save my beloved.
To avoid being overwhelmed by guilt, I chose to leave and silently wait for death in a corner of the human world.
But even after he became the alpha of the wolf pack, he still went to great lengths to marry me. After we got married, he flaunted his mistress in front of me every day, trying to provoke me and get revenge.
But he didn't know that I was about to die.
Darling, I'm dying.
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Chapter 10
In the darkness of my coma, I heard Silas crying.
"Why won't it stop? Goddess, please make it stop..." His voice choked. "Aria, please, don't scare me like this."
I smelled the antiseptic scent of the pack clinic, mixed with the faint odor of wolfsbane.
I heard the senior healer speaking to Silas. "Alpha... she could have made it to spring. If she had kept taking the Fae elixir, she might have lived even longer. But she stopped. She said she couldn't afford it anymore."
"Her internal organs are failing. Without her wolf core, her human body can no longer sustain her life. There is nothing more we can do."
Silas's voice trembled with a lethal edge as he asked lowly, "Are you telling me my mate is dying?"
Before the healer could answer, Silas erupted. "I want my mate alive! You cure her whatever the cost, or I will slaughter every healer in this territory!"
That day, Silas nearly tore the clinic apart.
He airlifted in human specialists, witch doctors, and top healers from neighboring packs. He swore that no matter the price, he would save my life.
But a missing wolf core couldn't be replaced by money or power.
Driven by a manic denial, Silas tried to force my discharge, wanting to take me to the Fae Realm to seek a miracle cure. No one in the hospital dared to stop the enraged Alpha.
Until my best friend, Layla, kicked the doors open.
She slammed a legally binding scroll against Silas's chest. "That's her living will, notarized by the High Council."
I had made my wishes clear a long time ago. If I ended up in a vegetative state, unable to move or eat, they were to let me go. Layla knew how much I despised that kind of suffering.
Layla slapped Silas with all her werewolf strength. He didn't even flinch.
"You have all the wealth in the world, where the fuck were you?!" Layla screamed, pointing in his face. "Playing the devoted mate now?! It's too late, Alpha! She's dying!"
Silas stared blankly at the parchment in her hand, unable to move.
After a long, suffocating silence, he fell to his knees.
"Layla," he begged, his voice cracking. "Let me take her. Please. She can survive. She won't die. If she dies... what am I supposed to do?"
Layla looked down at him, her eyes cold and merciless. "A cold-blooded bastard like you will live just fine without her. Stop pretending to care, it makes me sick."
She pushed past him, sat by my bed, and held my freezing hand. The moment she spoke, she broke down in tears.
"Do you really just want to give up?" she whispered.
Her tears sent a sharp pang through my chest. I wanted to lift my hand and wipe them away. I wanted to tell her not to cry for me. I just wanted to sleep—a long, dreamless sleep, until the end of time, feeling no more pain.
"Can you just wake up one more time?" Layla pleaded, pressing my cold hand to her tear-stained cheek. "You always said we have to say goodbye properly, so there are no regrets."
"You haven't said goodbye to your mom, or to me... How can you be so cruel?"
A single tear slipped from my closed eyelids.
The heart rate monitor suddenly spiked. Healers rushed in, urging Layla to keep talking to me. My soul was fighting against the Goddess's call.
That day, Layla held my hand tightly all day, terrified to even get up for water. She talked to me for hours—laughing through her sobs, scolding me, and then crying all over again.
I had been ready to die. But Layla made it impossible for me to accept it. Leaving her like that filled me with overwhelming guilt.
I waged a brutal war against my decaying body.
Until midnight, when my heavy eyelids finally fluttered open.
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8.0
She only wanted to save her brother.
He only wanted an heir to secure his empire.
A contract bound us.
A heartbeat changed us.
I thought the ruthless Alpha was the devil in a tailored suit.
Instead, he became the man fate chained me to... the one my body recognises before my heart will ever dare.
But power demands sacrifice, and love was never part of our deal.
He promised protection, not affection.
I offered my womb, not my soul.
Now I carry his child...
And the secret of who I really am could destroy us both.
8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
9.2
Jacqueline Blackburn, a desperate Ivy League tutor, walked into the sleazy Veridian VIP club just to save her job.
But her billionaire client, the ruthless Christian Montgomery, mistook her for a cheap escort, blowing cigar smoke in her face and treating her like trash.
When she furiously turned to leave, a drunk former client attacked her in the hallway, tearing her white dress open and pinning her by the throat.
She fought back, stabbing the man's hand with a pen, only for Christian to emerge from the shadows and brutally crush the attacker's bleeding hand under his heel.
Instead of letting her go, Christian draped his heavy suit jacket over her exposed skin, trapped her in his dark suite, and forced her to sign a suffocating contract.
"You have exactly ninety days, or I will personally ensure you cease to exist in my city."
She thought she could just keep her head down, teach his nephew, and survive.
But she didn't understand why this terrifying underground tyrant was suddenly so fixated on her.
Why did he use his immense power to isolate her, publicly claim her at a billionaire gala, and track her every move?
When she received a chilling midnight text demanding she pack her bags and move into his sprawling estate by 8:00 AM, the terrifying reality set in.
She hadn't escaped the wolf. She had just walked directly into his cage.
8.3
My husband watched as my skin melted, scalded by boiling soup, yet his hands were busy comforting my attacker. Five years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal. He bought me off with a penthouse and a trust fund, but I tore out my IV and threw his charity back in his face.
It was our fifth anniversary, but my husband, Ethan, remained distant, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family once offered him. He then pushed a black velvet box across the table.
Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress.
With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman.
The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage?
I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.
7.4
In a world ruled by guns, secrets, and blood-soaked loyalties, love is the most dangerous currency of all.
Alessandro De Luca is the unseen king of a global cartel-ruthless, brilliant, and feared across continents. His word is law, his mercy nonexistent. Until one night, one woman, and one mistake unravel everything he has built.
Elena Hart is innocent but unbreakable, drawn into the underworld through a debt she never created. She should have been collateral-nothing more. Instead, she becomes his weakness.
As enemies close in and betrayal festers within the cartel, Alessandro must choose between the empire crowned in blood... or the woman who threatens to destroy it.
Love was never part of the plan.
Survival was.
And in this world, both demand a price.
7.1
I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive.
Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice.
"It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison."
She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole.
I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath.
Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him.
"I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."