Abandoned By The Alpha

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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Opening her eyes, Dolores Ackles found herself in total darkness. She sat up in bed, drenched in sweat, and the thin silk sheet slid off her shoulders. Her skin was soaked. Despite being under the covers, she shivered from the cold.

　　As she turned her head, she saw her reflection in the vanity mirror: pale and swollen with a ghostly appearance, as if she were a recently drowned female ghost.

　　Where...where was she?

　　Hadn't she already died?

　　She remembered dying suddenly from alcohol and drug abuse, and seeing the words "In surgery" before passing out.

　　But why was she here now?!

　　Shivering, she reached for the lamp on the bedside table and stared at her reflection in the mirror: overweight, bloated, and with a sallow complexion.

　　She looked like a thirty-something housewife on the verge of aging prematurely, but she knew that this was how she looked when she was twenty-three. Since she started taking drugs, she had never been this fat again.

　　But who cared whether she was fat or not? She had been dead for so long that her Alpha husband didn't even look at her. She had stubbornly refused to divorce him, and refused to let him be with that female werewolf, so he never came back to her.

　　He built a love nest with that female werewolf outside and even had a child with her! Everyone thought they were a couple, and she, as the Luna, was forever despised and ignored.

　　Child... speaking of her child, she also had a child.

　　When she was pregnant, she naively believed that having a child could win back the heart of her husband.

　　But he only loved the child and not her. Even her own child loved that female werewolf other than her.

　　Dolores, you had really lived a failed life!

　　She put on her slippers and walked out of the bedroom. The bedroom light was dim, but her body was still bulky and awkward under her nightgown, making her look unbearable.

　　As she walked out of the bathroom, Dolores could clearly see the time on the clock: June 17th, 2013.

　　June 17th, ten years later, was the day she died.

　　Dolores remembered floating in the air and watching the three of them quietly staring at her body, but no, there were four of them, because her son was also there, without shedding a single tear.

　　At that time, she thought: If she could start over again, it would be great. If she could start over again, she wouldn't have chosen to attend New York University, she wouldn't have met him, wouldn't have liked him, wouldn't have fallen in love with him, wouldn't have desperately joined the Blue Moon Wolfpack to marry him, and then... turned herself into this state, making her parents ashamed and alienating her only child.

　　If she could start over again, it would be great. That's what she thought.

　　Trembling, Dolores opened the door to the bedroom, still wearing her loose nightgown. She slowly walked around the house, everything in sight was so unfamiliar yet so familiar.

　　This was the house where she and her husband lived for three years after getting married. At that time, that female werewolf had not come back, and she was not pregnant either. He wasn't as indifferent to her as he was later.

　　The kitchen was very messy and dirty, and she was slowly becoming disheartened. No matter how much she tried, her husband always wore a cold expression, as if she was just a small piece of garbage.

　　So, she slowly started going crazy, ignoring everything, just wanting to numb herself.

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