To Sever an Alpha's Soul

When Titus returned to the apartment, he found me, my eyes red and swollen from crying.

He pulled me into his arms, pain etched across his features.

"Rowan, I'm sorry."

"The Thorne Group was on the verge of bankruptcy back then. I had to come back and take over. But your pack... it's too weak. The Council would never have allowed me to mate with you."

I couldn't listen anymore. I pushed him away, tears streaming down my face.

"So you married someone else? And used a glamour to fake a mark? Titus, what were these seven years? What about our real mate bond?"

Titus looked down at me, his expression shifting back to the calm authority of an Alpha.

"Rowan, I am the Alpha of the Red Peak Pack. I have my responsibilities. My union with Evangeline is a political marriage, beneficial to both our great packs."

He paused. "Evangeline has agreed to... overlook your existence, as long as you behave. You can stay by my side."

I looked up, a fresh wave of tears spilling down my cheeks.

Titus bent down and wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb.

"Rowan, I'll give you a private genetics lab with top-level clearance to be my secret advisor. You'll be well taken care of."

I slapped him. A hard slap. Under his stunned gaze, I grabbed my luggage and ran out the door.

I tried to buy a plane ticket to leave the city, only to find my ID had been flagged and frozen.

Titus had placed a travel ward on me, trapping me here.

Rumors about me, "a member of a minor pack with defective genes, trying to latch onto the Alpha," spread through the pack's internal network.

I had no choice but to hole up in a cheap motel.

I couldn't let them slander me like this.

I gathered my courage and went to the pack's Council to appeal, requesting a fair hearing.

I couldn't even get past the main gate.

The guards blocked my path, their eyes filled with contempt. "The Council handles pack business, not your personal drama. We have no time for corporate spies trying to sabotage an alliance."

The commotion attracted a passing member of the Council.

He glanced at me, his voice as cold as ice. "Get out of here. Now. Or you'll be sent to the confinement chamber for endangering the pack's security."

His cold words shattered my last shred of hope.

My phone rang. It was Evangeline.

"You poor little geneticist," she said, her voice dripping with the scorn of a victor. "Let's talk about your value."