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

I comforted my father and planned to go back to the pack headquarters to handle the work matters.

When I was about to drive, an unexpected person stopped me.

It turns out to be Alpha Chandler.

He pushed me hard against the wall of the underground garage.

My mind felt dizzy suddenly.

He was furious. Little by little, he approached me and finally held me tight.

I was just about to shout out loud when he fiercely blocked all my sounds with his lips.

His slippery tongue kept prying my lips, and I just felt a wave of nausea welling up in my stomach.

"Candy!"

The next moment, I turned into a Wolf with silver-gray fur and kicked away the unprepared Alpha Chandler with vigor.

I resumed my human touch and wiped my lips.

“What’s wrong with you!”

Alpha Chandler looked at me with resentful eyes.

“Just as you can see, I detest all your touches. Oh! This is simply no different from eating bedbugs!”

He frantically grabbed my clothes with one hand and threw a pile of photos at my face with the other.

The sharp edges of the photo wiped blood all over my face.

I originally wanted to scold Alpha Chandler.

But through the bloodstains, I saw the face in the photo that I dreamed of every night.

I haven't seen him for too long. Even his face has gradually blurred in my memory.

With tears in my eyes, I squatted down and began to pick up the photos one by one.

Wipe every photo clean as if it were a precious treasure and put it in my arms.

“Oh! This is the photo I found. You are not allowed to touch it!”

Perhaps Alpha Chandler's original intention of throwing the photo in my face was to insult me.

When he saw me so disregarding my self-esteem and my identity as the next Alpha, kneeling on the ground of the underground garage to pick up these photos, he was a little out of control.

"Cersei!" Did you hear me? I tell you not to pick it up!

He pulled my arm angrily in an attempt to stop me.

I shook him off forcefully.

Perhaps it's because the stubbornness in my eyes is too obvious, or perhaps it's because my act of cherishing every photo is too crazy, Alpha Chandler gradually let go of my hand and stared at me in surprise.

He clenched his fists and gradually became angry.

I took out tissue and wiped the photos clean bit by bit, then carefully sorted them out and put them in my bag.

Alpha Chandler grabbed my hand.

I stared at him coldly and said: "Alpha Chandler, just as you can see, you'll never be as good as your uncle."