The Alpha Chose Her, I Took His Pup

I returned to my own place. Over the years, I’ve grown accustomed to a luxurious lifestyle, which has spoiled me a bit. The unfamiliar bed left me tossing and turning all night, my wolf restless in the back of my mind, unsettled by the day’s events.

Back at the pack’s headquarters, I bumped into Alpha Kohen Rice. As an Omega, I knew my place, so I nodded politely, keeping things professional. His towering frame, broad shoulders, and piercing gaze were hard to ignore, but I maintained my composure. Kohen frowned, his alpha aura pressing down on me, though I refused to let it show.

“Alpha Kohen!” Miriam Meyer, his Beta fiancée, hurried over, inserting herself between us with a practiced ease. “Hi, I’m Miriam, Alpha Kohen’s fiancée,” she introduced herself, her voice sweet but with an edge that made my wolf bristle.

I nodded with a simple, “Hello.” Her expression soured slightly at my voice, and I could sense the tension radiating from her. Uninterested in further chitchat, I headed straight for the elevator, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.

“Brooklyn, right?” Miriam caught up with me, Kohen trailing behind her like a shadow. “Alpha Kohen has mentioned you a lot; you’re really good at what you do.” Her tone was polite, but the underlying message was clear.

“But, you know,” she continued, “it’s better for Omegas to stay out of the limelight or not spend too much time with Alphas. Shopping with friends or spa days are much more fun. Leave the heavy lifting to the Alphas.” She smiled sweetly, her words dripping with condescension.

“Isn’t that so, Alpha Kohen?” Kohen tenderly tousled her hair, his deep voice rumbling. “Do I even have a choice?”

Unfazed by Miriam’s remarks, I kept my cool. She likely recognized my voice and was eager to flaunt her relationship with Kohen. My wolf growled softly, but I silenced her, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a reaction.

“In the office, please call me ‘Alpha Rice.’ Otherwise, HR will arrange a training session for you,” I said, brushing off the spot where she had touched my sleeve, my tone icy.

My response infuriated Kohen. His jaw tightened, and he sent Miriam away with a nod before walking straight into my office without knocking. I frowned, my patience wearing thin. “Alpha Rice, have you forgotten how to knock?” I stressed those words deliberately, echoing Miriam’s own words back at him.

He smirked and leaned down, his muscular frame trapping me between his arms and the sofa. His alpha aura was overwhelming, but I held my ground, refusing to let him see how much it affected me.

“You were the one who opened the door last night,” he hinted, his eyes dropping to my skirt, his voice low and teasing.

“Smack!” Without hesitation, I slapped him hard. His pale cheek now bore a vivid red mark, and my wolf growled in satisfaction.

Kohen rubbed his jaw, chuckled slightly, then sat opposite me, his expression unreadable. “I’ve had the West End villa transferred to your name, and the plot of land you were interested in is almost cleared,” he said, his tone casual, as if discussing the weather.

He always knew how to hit me where it hurt. The knife I handed him, he drove straight into me. At that moment, he seemed like my so-called stepfathers—claiming love while trying to buy it off. Dress it up in the name of love.

Miriam arrived with a lunchbox just as I splashed water at Kohen. She screamed and rushed in, slapping me hard across the face. The sting of her handprint burned, but I refused to back down.

I’ve never been one to back down. The only time I did was probably with Alpha Kohen Rice. My raised hand halted mid-air, caught by Kohen. Protecting Miriam, he spoke with controlled anger:

“Brooklyn! This isn’t the place for you to lose it!”

I raised my other hand and slapped him hard across the face. Seeing the matching handprints on Kohen’s cheeks brought a surprising sense of satisfaction.

“Without Alpha Kohen, would you have achieved your current status?” Miriam stepped forward, defending him, her voice shrill.

“You’re fired,” I said calmly, my voice steady despite the chaos.

“On what grounds?” Miriam shot back, trying to sound tough.

“I own thirty percent of the pack’s assets. You barged into my office and assaulted a pack executive.”

Miriam panicked, her eyes darting around. Seeing Kohen not reprimanding her, she continued to provoke me unabashedly.

“Alpha Kohen is the major shareholder, and I’m his fiancée. What are you? If anyone’s leaving, it’s you!”

By then, a crowd had gathered at the office door. Kohen remained silent, implicitly backing her actions.

There was no need to drag this out further.

“Fine, let’s dissolve the partnership,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “I’ll sell you my shares at market rate. Alpha Kohen Rice, I’ve been more than fair.”

For the first time, Kohen’s composed facade cracked when I pulled out the agreement from my bag. He probably didn’t expect I had already prepared an exit plan, ready to walk away.

Miriam smiled triumphantly, secure in her standing.

“Who called the police?” I asked, my voice steady. I stepped forward, wobbling slightly. “Officer,” I said, covering my cheek, “I’ve been assaulted. I’m feeling dizzy and nauseous.”

The room fell silent as the officers approached, and for the first time in years, I felt a sense of control over my own life. My wolf growled softly in approval, and I knew I had made the right choice.