The Alpha's Stolen Mate And Her Hidden Destiny

Ellery POV:

The feeling of sadness swept over me like a huge wave. I didn't know when it happened, but I had unknowingly fallen asleep on the sofa, exhausted. When I woke up, the chill of the night still seemed to linger on my body, and I shivered unconsciously.

I smelled the stale scent of expensive whiskey filling the air. I glanced toward the bedroom. His clothes, stained with traces of alcohol, were still scattered on the floor, and the door remained tightly closed. Jagger had been back.

On the coffee table in front of me was a calendar, and today's date was circled. It was Jagger's birthday.

I got up and walked toward the kitchen.

The noise from the kitchen must have woken Jagger. He entered the room with a dark expression on his face.

I noticed his approaching footsteps and casually pushed the glass of freshly filtered fruit juice toward him.

"Happy birthday." The moment the words left my mouth, they sounded even more ironic than I had expected.

It seemed my indifferent response had shattered the composure he had finally regained. His impatience deepened as he frowned."What exactly do you mean by that?"

Jagger had always been impatient and quick-tempered. It was just that before, I had been trapped in the beautiful dream he created for me. Now, everything about him was painfully clear.

I turned around and slowly sipped my own juice. "Nothing. I'm just tired."

The feeling of punching through empty air only made him more irritated. An Alpha's instinct made him unable to tolerate this kind of indifference from his mate.

"Tired?" He let out a cold laugh. "Or are you bringing your embarrassing little designer hobby's emotions back home again?"

My fingers tightened unconsciously around the glass of juice.

I understood. His change in attitude was because the person he had always wanted most had returned.

He no longer had any patience left to spare for me.

And I didn't need it anymore.

"That is my work," I replied calmly. "I have never brought my work emotions home."

"A designer who always prides herself on being rational and composed..." Jagger's voice turned colder, each word laced with contempt. "Yet when the Rogues attacked, you were the first one to panic. You pushed an innocent person in front of you just to save yourself. Don't tell me that was an accident."

"You should never forget the scar left on Kaitlyn's wrist."

I stared at his unwavering expression. The scar on my back, the one that had already healed, suddenly seemed to ache again.

He had always been this stubborn. But before he removed his mask, I thought those stubborn opinions were just his way of caring about me.

Seeing that I remained silent, he probably assumed I was feeling guilty. He decided to stand even higher on his moral ground and continue.

"Kaitlyn knew the Rogues weren't targeting her, yet she still saved you out of kindness. And you pushed her out to take the attack for you. You have no heart!"

"Is that really what you've always thought?"

The face I had once trusted and loved so deeply was now twisted with accusations directed at me. A cold sensation spread through my entire body.

"This is the truth!" He didn't hesitate for even a second. This was the truth he had already decided on, regardless of his blurred memories or Kaitlyn's one-sided story.

No matter what, it would never be my explanation.

I couldn't help but laugh. For the first time, I truly felt what it meant to be completely powerless.

At that moment, my phone lit up with a new notification. It was a reminder from the restaurant where I had made a reservation for tonight. A month ago, I had booked that table for Jagger's birthday at his favorite restaurant. Without thinking, I forwarded the reminder to him.

His phone chimed. He opened it almost immediately, as if afraid of missing something important. But when he saw the message was from me, his expression subtly changed.

I picked up the unfinished glass of juice and walked past him, pouring it into the sink. The sound of running water mixed with my cold voice.

"Don't be late tonight." The relationship between Jagger and me, along with our engagement, needed to come to an end.

I walked out of the kitchen without looking back at him.

That night, I arrived at the restaurant on time.

The crisp clinking of wine glasses mixed with laughter and conversation filled the elegant dining room. I sat there expressionlessly, cutting my steak and eating quietly.

The atmosphere between Jagger and me was completely out of place with the warmth surrounding us.

While eating, Jagger occasionally glanced at me from the corner of his eye. It seemed like he was waiting for me to say something, waiting for me to soften first.

Several times, he almost reached his utensils toward my plate, only to pull them back.

That was the greatest concession he was willing to make when he believed I was refusing to submit to him.

Finally, as if he couldn't stand it anymore, Jagger spoke in a low voice. "Are you still angry about what happened this morning? You didn't even come here with me."

I ignored him and continued mechanically cutting my steak.

Jagger hated being ignored more than anything.

Suddenly, he slammed his hand against the table, drawing the attention of nearby guests. Then, in a voice loud enough for those around us to hear, he said: "You are always like this. Whenever something happens, you act like it has nothing to do with you. No wonder you pushed Kaitlyn away and let her take the attack for you when the Rogues came."

He thought those cruel words would hurt me. But my feelings for him had already disappeared along with the moonstone that shattered yesterday.

Under the curious gazes around us, I calmly put down my knife and fork, folded my hands in front of me, and looked at him without expression.

"Are you finished?"

Confusion flashed across Jagger's face.

I picked up the linen napkin beside my plate and gently wiped the corner of my mouth. My gaze fell on the wine glass glowing faintly purple under the light. Then I lifted it with my free hand.

Jagger thought I was finally giving in and raising a glass to him. He immediately sat back, wearing that arrogant expression again.

"Let me tell you, even if you..."

The crystal-clear red wine flew through the air in a perfect arc. It landed directly on Jagger's arrogant face, flowing down onto his expensive white shirt.

The sudden movement attracted even more attention from the surrounding guests. Almost everyone in the restaurant witnessed the humiliating state of the Stone family's heir.

Jagger shot to his feet, his face filled with embarrassment and fury. "Ellery!"

I calmly placed the empty glass back on the table.

Then I looked directly into his eyes, staring at the handsome face I once believed I would love for the rest of my life.

"Happy birthday, Jagger," I said clearly and firmly. "Consider this my last gift to you."

His expression turned into disbelief again. Strangely, seeing that reaction gave me a small sense of satisfaction. I spoke calmly.

"This will be the last birthday I spend with you."

Jagger was still consumed by the humiliation and anger. Before he could fully process my words, I calmly picked up my bag, stood gracefully, and walked away.

Only after I stepped outside the restaurant did the cool night breeze brush against my face and pull me out of the anger I had been suppressing. I steadied myself and took a deep breath.

My phone vibrated inside my handbag. I took it out and opened the chat. The conversation was filled with messages where I had told my friend about Jagger's cruel behavior.

At the very bottom was a message from my best friend, Chloe.

"Is it over? I'm waiting for you at The Daily Grind. Forget that bastard."