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 5
In the middle of the night, a fierce pang of hunger jolted me awake.
I walked to the kitchen, only to freeze in my tracks. Silas was home.
He had bought Chloe a massive villa. They lived there together; she cooked for him, spoiled him, and waited for him to come home. Silas was living an enviable life.
He hadn't stepped foot in our house for months.
He was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette dangling from his lips, watching me with dark, unfathomable eyes.
I kept my head down, trying to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist. He frowned and asked softly, "How did you get so thin?"
His tone was so gentle, as if he still loved me.
Startled, I violently yanked my hand away. "Silas, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy?"
He stared at his empty palm, the warmth in his eyes freezing over instantly.
I walked to the dining table and stopped dead. Sitting right in the center was an exquisite strawberry cake, its candles unlit.
The phone call hadn't been a dream.
I said I wanted cake, and the great Alpha of the Silvercrown Pack actually went out and bought one. What was this? An olive branch?
But I was dying. I didn't need cake anymore. And I didn't need Silas anymore, either.
I grabbed the box and dumped the entire cake straight into the trash can.
Silas's jaw twitched. Moving with lightning speed across the room, he grabbed my shoulders and slammed me hard against the wall.
"Are you fucking playing with me, Aria?!" he snarled, his fangs elongating.
I smiled, looking him dead in the eye. "Yeah, Silas. I was messing with you. So what?"
"I say I want cake, and you run out to get it like an obedient little dog. Why are you still so pathetic?"
I deliberately twisted the knife deep into his pride. I watched the color drain from his face, instantly replaced by a terrifying, beastly fury.
His wolf was waking up.
He crushed his cigarette against the wall, dragged me into the bedroom, and threw me onto the mattress.
He was out of his mind. Like a wild animal, he ripped the collar of my nightgown.
I fought back fiercely, my fists pounding against his rock-hard chest. "Silas, you bastard! Don't touch me! You disgust me!"
He pinned my legs and trapped me beneath him. Burying his face in my neck, he bit down hard—not the intimate nip of pack mates, but a savage bite that brought tears to my eyes.
"Can't you just be gentle, Aria?" he growled low against my skin. "Do you know how many years I've waited just for you to really look at me? Do you know how happy I was when you called to ask me for a cake?"
"And then you treat me like a joke?" He raised his head, his eyes flashing with the wrath of his wolf, the amber glow reflecting his inner rage.
I fought back my tears and glared at him.
In the dimly lit room, neither of us spoke. Neither was willing to surrender.
Silas lowered his head, his lips hovering mere inches from mine—when his phone rang.
It was Chloe.
Silas stiffened, but he still answered it.
I could hear her crying through the receiver. "Silas... did you abandon me for Aria? You said you loved me... I'm at a neutral territory bar right now, and some men are following me... I'm so scared. Please come save me..."
Silas didn't answer her. He just stared down at me, a cruel smile touching the corners of his mouth.
"Beg me, Aria," he commanded softly. "Beg me to stay. Just say the word, and I won't leave."
He had forgotten. A long time ago, I had swallowed my pride, fallen to my knees at his feet, and begged. "Silas, can we please just talk? Can we stop torturing each other? Could you just be gentle with me?"
That day, Silas looked at me with eyes as cold as ice and said, "You don't deserve it, Aria."
Those words had festered in my chest for years, brewing into a rich, malicious torment.
Today, I could finally say them back.
I grabbed his collar, pulled him close, and whispered, "You don't deserve it, Silas."
He went completely rigid.
Then, he covered his eyes with one hand and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Fuck!"
He brought the phone back to his ear. "Stay there. I'm coming to get you."
He stood up without looking back, walked out, and slammed the door behind him.
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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."