I Let You Go, My Alpha, on Our Wedding Day

After five years together, Alpha Tom abandons his fated mate to marry his childhood sweetheart, Becky Bell, claiming her unborn pup as his own. He expects his true mate to endure public humiliation and treat their bond as a mere business deal until the scandal fades. Devastated by his request to wait in the shadows while he weds another, the protagonist hides her own pregnancy. Realizing she is merely a secondary priority, she decides to leave him forever.

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Chapter 3

Monica looked flustered when she heard my words.

Alpha Chandler opened his eyes even wider in surprise. He didn't want to pretend to be polite to me any longer and held Monica tightly in his arms.

My father's complexion became even worse.

When Monica looked at me, there was a hint of provocation. But when she looked at her father, there was a pleading and firm expression.

She was just about to speak.

The father interrupted coldly: “I know what you are planning.”

“We reached a friendly contract with Lancelot pack only for better cooperation. Cersei has been nurtured as the next Alpha since childhood. Don't even think about taking anything from Cersei.”

Father's words hit Monica's heart like a bomb.

She has always loved to snatch things from me since childhood, whether it was the love of parents or the infatuation of men.

But there are some things that I have strived for myself, and she can never take away.

Monica gave me an incredulous look.

And I was satisfied to appreciate the tears and resentment on Monica's face.

Alpha Chandler nervously wiped Monica's tears and couldn't forget to give me a disgusted look.

I didn't really care that the two of them openly showed their affection in front of me. Slowly, I patted my father's hand to calm him down.

"I think you two should leave!"

The father asked the butler to drive the two people out.

Monica sensed her embarrassment and quickly stood up. Alpha Chandler also suppressed his anger. Unwillingly, the two were sent to the door by the butler.

Father turned his head to look at me, changing his previous seriousness and said gently: “It's all my fault. If Alpha Harvey hadn't left you, I wouldn't have let you get allied.”

Hearing my father mention this person, I was stunned, then slowly curled a smile and looked at the little old man, Alpha Daryl, who was desperately working for this pack.

He devoted everything to the pack.

Father saw my smile and shook his head helplessly.

I looked at Alpha Chandler who was turning and leaving and just met his line of sight.

I know he heard it and saw his pale face.

It's time to dig up something.

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