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MY ALPHA CHEATS ON ME, I MARRY HIS ALPHA BESTFRIEND Novel Cover

MY ALPHA CHEATS ON ME, I MARRY HIS ALPHA BESTFRIEND

A deeper revenge for Alpha Alexio, my husband, for cheating on me with his Beta– “Maybe he can help me out,” I whispered to myself. I snatched the phone from Bestian, his best friend and Alpha of the new pack I ran to seek refuge. “Having sex with Alpha Bestian and sending the video to you, what if I did this, will you believe I have no interest in you again?” There was a thick silence, suspense filling the air. “Yes, he will.” Bestian’s voice brushed through. “He will,” my wolf said exactly at the same time as his, suddenly this strong connection between wolves pulled up and it seemed both of us were getting together. My body jerked back, I almost fell off the seat. This is mysterious. “What’s going on, Bestian? Are you feeling this all of a sudden?” I asked him in wonder. Bestian leaned close and muttered in a low voice. “Because I want to be your mate. You are the sweet mate I've been waiting for many years.” He smiled, then winked at me. I blushed without realizing. Will this be possible, having a sweet relationship with his best friend for real? The way I saw it, it wasn't fake any longer to hurt but some emotions were settling in. Has the moon goddess decided to give me a second chance mate in Alpha Bestian? I was confused all over again.
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Chapter 3

Caden's POV

A fucking hot girl like her dared to interrupt my meeting with my gang! Then she held pleading eyes, asking what she thought would happen to her. It's been quite a while since I savaged a girl like that. Because of my terrorist attitude, many girls avoid my route like the den of a viper itself. Even when I seem to be nice a bit on the TV and radio, so people would be a little free with me, it doesn't work out. I was determined never to back down, whatsoever. Whoever wants to dare should, I would continue doing what I love to.

This hasn't been my plan, her ass and bouncing boobs couldn't make me continue with my meeting. Nonetheless, my assistant would continue from where I stopped. I've got to punish her terribly for daring to disobey my order. I had placed a ban on movement towards the gym area because of a recent murder event, basing it on more investigations to be carried out, the actual truth which is hidden from everyone.

I gunned down the man in question! I got no time for fucking fools.

He walked towards me in an attempt to greet me. What do I need his greeting for? I had warned anyone not to disturb me with a greeting once I'm doing something in public but he chose to defy this just as this naughty girl at the back of my car. I chose to gun him down, who cares for such a life, I don't care for fucking lives of some persons, if you cross my path, you sign your death warrant. Period! No one would arrest me in my domain , though, I'm the President. The seeming investigation is just to fool people, not because I fear.

I drive through the gate of my huge mansion right inside the Jackson's massive family estate, straight up to the garage. By now, she's crying, knowing what would become of her. I move over to the back seat, open the door and pull her out onto the ground.

"No need for those tears, wipe them because I'm not moved by tears of blood, talk less of those you are shedding. You know what I mean, huh?" I bark out loud, catching cold shivers down her spine. She manages to shake her head. "Good, that means I don't care if you bleed or groan in pain from what I do to you, even spilled blood can't drive my pity, talk less of tears. Get that into your fucking memory!" Her eyes widened in an alarming manner, jaws dropped but no one could come out. I would say she has goosebumps. Not a new thing, everyone knows this about me! I haven't changed.

"What's your name!" I growl. I've got no time to speak gently with anyone.

"Maya Clinton," her voice is slow and melodious, still this doesn't move me.

"You know your offense, girl?" She shakes her head.

"Would you speak and stop nodding your head?" I kick her ferociously on the neck, causing her to roll over in pain, her groans resound in my ear making me more pissed.

"I have no energy left in me to speak!"

"Call me, Sir!" I bark. Almost all the time, I desire to be called sir. I notice that each time I'm called this, my cock pulls down with turgidity, I feel a new surge of energy through me. The name is just a booster, a great one.

"Why would you choose to disobey my order but come to seduce me, are you ill in your senses?" She goes into deep thoughts, recounting how she might have defied my order, then she realizes it, I see her take her hand to hit her forehead in regret.

"I ordered a curfew within this region, I announced on newspapers, TV and the radio, even on the internet that I'm making investigations into the recent mysterious death, I would be here personally with my men to get the necessary facts. I now see you as no other but a law breaker and a spy."

"No, please sir. I'm none of that, I had forgotten about this entirely."

"Will you shut up, don't speak except I ask you too. Is that how you were raised to answer your superior. Offense number three added, Insolence.

"What!"

She regrets this word immediately after sending it out, the terrible slap that hits her on the face gets her falling to the ground the second time.

"I keep warning you, I'll deal with you if you continue going against my laws! You think I'm your mate. No time to waste, your punishment, issued by me, is a sixty days sentence to my Sex Jail where you will have sex more than you can take just to survive or you choose to serve me willingly–" My voice lowers as I stare into her face.

She screams, falling to the floor and rolling hard, with tears in her eyes. The sex jail is the worst place anybody can stay in, not even for many billion dollars in a day. It is invested by the world's most hardened criminals who have been locked up for so long and it is decided to grant them some freedom. Since they have been deprived of sex for so long, they act like angry lions once a girl is thrown into their den. Each room consists of a hundred and thirty men, but only fifteen girls and right now, all those girls that were thrown in are decaying corpses, they couldn't survive it. There is no girl who can survive such conditions, if Maya is supposed to go in now, she would be alone making it worse for her. This is managed by me.

Being that she knows the condition of this special prison, she is killing herself with tears knowing what would become of her even in a second of her landing there. It's not like I want to be so wicked to her. From her tears, she is innocent. I labeled her as a spy and insolent girl just to get what I want. In an effort not to sound any simple, I pass through this style to communicate my feelings.

"Stand up!" I order in a cold tone. She manages to do so, I assist her in getting up and she must be really shocked to experience this. Her tears stop and I pull her into a tight embrace. I'm certain, it's not what she expected.

"If you don't want to go to jail, I have an alternative for you."

Slowly, her gloomy expression changes, she is ready to do whatever I'm gonna ask her to do. I grin. This is where I was driving to, I'm here, left to shoot the question and get her response. I look straight into her eyes.

"I want you to do something for me." Once again, my voice is lowered in utmost gentleness seeing she's such a tender girl.

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