The Alpha Who Let Me Go
My body felt as if it were being torn apart as I neared Alpha Lucian’s office. Could it really be him? My mate—betraying me?
Sure enough, when I reached the door, I caught a glimpse through the crack. Serena, his Delta, was perched on the edge of his desk. Her legs were crossed seductively, her body leaning into him as she whispered something in his ear. Lucian stood between her knees, his hands resting on her thighs, a smug grin stretched across his face.
The pain hit me like a physical blow, and my legs nearly gave out beneath me. My wolf howled in agony.
Lucian... how could you?
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They say mates are a gift, a bond stronger than anything else in this world. I believed that too—until I found my mate, Alpha Lucian, tangled in the arms of another.
He humiliated me, called me weak, and left me shattered in front of our pack. I was nothing but a joke to him.
But as fate would have it, the Alpha King, Darius, came to our pack unannounced.
Now, my ex-fiancé is desperate to win me back, but it’s too late…
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Chapter 4
His words stung, but I refused to let him see it. Instead, I turned back to the training dummy, driving my fist into it with renewed force. I could feel their eyes on me as they walked away, Serena’s laughter ringing in my ears like a taunt.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Everywhere I went, I could feel the weight of the pack’s judgment. Some were openly hostile, glaring at me as if I’d committed some unforgivable sin. Others were more subtle, their pitying looks cutting just as deep.
By the time evening rolled around, I was emotionally drained. I retreated to my cabin, locking the door behind me and collapsing onto the bed. For the first time since last night, the tears came.
I cried for the mate I’d lost, for the bond that had been shattered. I cried for the humiliation I’d endured and the future I’d dreamed of that was now gone.
But as the tears slowed, a new emotion began to take their place. Anger.
I wasn’t angry at the pack, or even at Serena. No, my anger was directed squarely at Lucian. He had betrayed me, humiliated me, and left me to face the fallout alone. And for what?
The more I thought about it, the more my anger grew.
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8.4
For three years, I played second fiddle to my boyfriend' s "childhood friend," Eve.
When Damion finally whisked me away to Paris to rekindle our dying spark, I thought things might change.
Instead, the moment we arrived, he abandoned me in the hotel lobby without my passport because Eve called with a "crisis."
I spent my first night in Paris stranded and penniless while he rushed to comfort her.
When he finally returned the next morning, he didn't apologize.
He flew into a rage because I' d sought safety in an old college friend' s room, accusing me of cheating while he still smelled like her cheap perfume.
He actually punched the only man who helped me, screaming that I was the toxic one.
The gaslighting was the final straw. I didn't feel anger anymore, just a cold, liberating indifference.
While he begged on his knees, quitting his job and promising to cut Eve off forever, I simply walked away.
I boarded a plane to London for a promotion I' d once turned down for him, leaving him with nothing but his regrets and the "friend" he chose over me.
8.9
The pregnancy test trembled between my fingers as I paced the length of Knox's office. The two pink lines had appeared like a miracle—a secret I'd been carrying for weeks now. My hand instinctively moved to my still-flat stomach, cradling the tiny life growing inside me. "Knox will be so happy," I whispered to myself, though my voice wavered with uncertainty. "He has to be."
The annual Moonlight Gala was in full swing beyond the heavy oak doors, the sounds of music and laughter filtering through. I'd slipped away from the celebration, unable to bear another minute of watching Knox and Izabella dance together while I stood alone at the edges of the ballroom. I glanced at my reflection in the window. The silver gown Knox had chosen for me hung loosely around my frame—I'd lost weight in recent weeks, my appetite vanishing as the distance between us grew wider. "He'll listen tonight," I promised myself, straightening my shoulders. "A baby changes everything."
I practiced the words again, rehearsing how I would tell him.
7.4
Some think I'm cursed. Others think I'm unlucky.
But I know what I am.
My name is Leora, and I am the Redwood Pack's Alpha's daughter. Well, until my mother died.
My father remarried late, so the Pack moved on to new hands. My new stepmother, Amarie, is a spawn of Satan. She gives me to the new Alpha's household as a maidservant as a price for not exiling my father. I become an outcast, abused and punished every single day.
On my eighteenth birthday, I find out that I'm mated to the new Alpha's son, Caleb. Enraged, he rejects me, throwing me into the dungeons. In pains, I remain there for days. Then one fateful night, my luck changes.
The Lycan King is visiting the Pack to find a mate.
Which happens to be me.
I'm alone, crying that night, when a towering golden-eyed man charges in and rips the dungeon doors off their hinges. I gasp when he cups my chin, and whispers softly. "Stop crying, mate. I'm here now. And I'll make sure no one ever brings you to tears ever again!"
I thought my problems were over then.
But it was only the beginning.
8.3
I smelled him before I saw him. Dark cedar and rain-soaked earth. It hit me like a wall, cutting straight through the pine and mud of Briarwood's eastern border, and my knees almost buckled right there in the crowd. No. No, no, no. My wolf stirred — faint, barely a whisper these days — and let out a sound so small and broken it made my chest ache. She knew. She always knew before I did. I pressed my fingertips hard into the inside of my wrist and forced myself to breathe. The wolves around me were already shifting, murmuring, pressing closer to the tree line where our Alpha, Gerald, stood with his Beta and Gamma.
9.2
The sound of tires on gravel jerked me from my afternoon rest. Through the window, I watched a sleek black SUV pull up to the pack house, my heart sinking with each passing second. Jonathan was home. I smoothed down my simple dress and checked my reflection in the mirror. Ten years as Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, and still my hands trembled when he returned. Not from excitement—from dread. "Luna Elodie!" Our Beta's voice echoed through the hall. "Alpha Jonathan requests your presence at the main entrance immediately."
Requests. As if it were a polite invitation rather than a command. I grabbed my cane, wincing as my damaged leg protested.
9.7
The coastal road stretched before us, winding through ancient pine forests that gave way to breathtaking ocean views. I kept my eyes on the road, but my attention was divided between the winding coastal highway and the trembling figure beside me. "Are you okay, Sasha?" I asked, glancing at my sister-in-law huddled in the passenger seat. Her fingers clutched a small velvet pouch containing her scent-soothing artifacts—her lifeline in a world that often overwhelmed her senses. "I'm fine," she whispered, though her voice betrayed her anxiety. "Just... thank you for bringing me here, Anastasia."
I reached across the console and squeezed her hand. "Of course. The Moonlight Bay Territory is the perfect place for you to heal. No one will judge you here."
Sasha's wolf had been dormant since the rogue attack three years ago—the attack she'd suffered while saving my mate, August.