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Fated to the Alpha’s Redemption

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I abandoned him at his lowest point. Later, when he made a comeback, we ran into each other at a bar. I was wrapped in another man's embrace. **Alpha Kelvin Jones**, the leader of the Shadow Moon Pack, fought fiercely, pulling me away from that embrace. Everyone said that **the Alpha** was the type of man who would go to battle for a woman, and that I must have been the one he cherished most. Yet later, he flaunted countless women before me to humiliate me, making me the butt of jokes. But I neither cried nor complained, nursing no grudges. Infuriated, he kissed me roughly and growled, "You're not my Marilyn Edwards, give her back to me!" But I couldn’t. His Marilyn was sick. Gravely ill.

Fated to the Alpha’s Redemption Chapter 1

I abandoned him at his lowest point. Later, when he made a comeback, we ran into each other at a bar. I was wrapped in another man's embrace. **Alpha Kelvin Jones**, the leader of the Shadow Moon Pack, fought fiercely, pulling me away from that embrace. Everyone said that **the Alpha** was the type of man who would go to battle for a woman, and that I must have been the one he cherished most. Yet later, he flaunted countless women before me to humiliate me, making me the butt of jokes. But I neither cried nor complained, nursing no grudges. Infuriated, he kissed me roughly and growled, "You're not my Marilyn Edwards, give her back to me!" But I couldn’t. His Marilyn was sick. Gravely ill. Each day, I silently questioned how much longer I could go on.

Late at night, **the Alpha** was pressing down on me. He gripped my waist and pinned my arms, holding me against the bed, overcome with desire. But the moment his phone rang, he stopped abruptly. I heard him softly reassuring the person on the other end. I tugged at the hem of his shirt. "Where are you going?" It was the first time I wanted him to stay. He pushed me away without hesitation. "Marilyn, know your place." I knew he was telling me I had no right to question the Alpha. I forced a smile and said, "Stay, please, just this once." **Alpha**, my mother is gone, and I can’t hold on much longer. He looked displeased, gripping my chin tightly as he coldly replied, "Marilyn, you made your choices back then, and now you must face the consequences. You have no right to say such things." I heard the sound of his car starting. Lying in bed, I fell into a daze. A whirlwind of noise filled my head, and I turned to bury my face in the pillow, trying to escape reality, the damp and salty smell revealing the tears I’d shed these past days. Until dawn broke, **the Alpha** never returned. Staring at my reflection in the mirror. Sleepless the entire night, I looked ghastly, my eyes red and swollen. I quickly washed my face and prepared to leave. Today I needed to go to the hospital to handle my mother’s death certificate.

My mother, an Omega in the Shadow Moon Pack, died in a tragic car accident. The pack’s healers said she had sneaked out of the hospital in the middle of the night when the nurse wasn’t paying attention. She was hit by a speeding truck while crossing the street. They told me that she had been recovering well over the past few years and couldn’t understand why she suddenly ran out. My mother only had me. She spent her last years in the hospital, having no friends. Her funeral was simple. As I finalized the death certificate, I ran into **Alpha Kelvin Jones**. His step faltered slightly, his brow furrowing as if my presence there was an unforgivable sin. "Why are you here?" Today wasn’t a scheduled day for me to visit my mother. Naturally, **the Alpha** assumed I was stalking him. I didn’t want to waste time with him, turned away to leave, but was blocked by **Beta Layla Mitchell**. Her smile was bright and slightly provocative. "Marilyn, I twisted my ankle yesterday when I tried to rescue a kitten hit by a car. With no one else to turn to, I called **the Alpha** to take me to the vet. Unfortunately, the kitten didn’t make it, which is why he accompanied me here today." I looked at Layla with a blank expression. Whatever their relationship was like now didn’t matter. Neither of them was marked or bonded to anyone else, so it wasn’t my concern. I lowered my head and chuckled, "You don’t need to explain anything to me. Rest assured, soon enough, no one will bother you anymore." Mom’s gone, and I can’t hold on much longer either. "You should go home." **The Alpha** shielded Layla protectively, as if afraid I might harm her. In the past, I would have argued with him, but now, I had no desire to speak with him at all. Let him think whatever he wants; I’m exhausted. "Alright." I didn’t want to waste any more time with **the Alpha** and brushed past him. After just a few steps, everything went black, and I fainted amidst the noise. Before I lost consciousness, I heard **the Alpha’s** anxious voice, "Marilyn! Marilyn! Please…"

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