Mate For 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.

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In a western cultured country that adhered to the principle of freedom….

"You, son of a bitch! Crazy bastard!" Ann exclaimed, slamming the empty glass in her hand onto the bar counter.

The bartender glanced at this woman's behavior while making drinks for other customers. He didn't want any unnecessary fuss.

Her face was full of tears. She was a beautiful woman with straight burgundy red hair and bright green eyes.

Hans Graham's handsome face with brown eyes and tawny blonde hair flashed in her mind.

"Bartender, give me more!" cried Ann giving the order. This bar was located in Grand Imperial Hotel, a famous five-star hotel. The alcohol provided was the type of alcohol with the best quality.

Ann drank alcohol, feeling screwed up alone. Her pride as a woman was hurt. She just signed the divorce papers at her husband's request a couple of days ago. Her ex-husband promised to give her enough wealth and money for Ann's life to compensate for the divorce, as long as she promised not to damage her ex-husband's name publicly. Once finished signing, Ann immediately went on vacation to the hotel for a staycation to calm down.

"Damn it! Let's see in the future! I will take revenge!" cried Ann in frustration.

A few weeks ago, Ann caught her husband, Hans Graham, making love with two men at once in a luxurious room in a famous five-star hotel. Ann knew the two men. They were important officials in the company Graham Corporation. The company was indeed holding an annual meeting in the hotel ballroom for a whole week.

Ann came after to surprise her husband, who was always busy and workaholic. So who would have thought that Ann was surprised when she found her husband was hugging naked with two other men?

Busy working? Workaholic? Do you mean this bullshit thing? It was an ugly truth for Ann since she found out that her husband was doing a threesome with men! MEN! TWO MEN!!!

Her husband didn't feel guilty at all when he saw Ann caught them. Instead, there was a look of relief on his face. Maybe he was tired of hiding this fact from Ann.

"Hi, Ann. Would you like to watch or join us in fucking each other?" asked Hans Graham nonchalantly. He remained to lie on the bed, stroking his partner's buttocks passionately. At the same time, the other man was busy sucking Hans' mighty joystick like a lollipop.

"Aaah… that's good… more…" sighed Hans Graham with pleasure as the man holding his joystick fiddled with his wet tongue under there.

"Mmm… argh…"

Ann's chest heaved up and down in anger. Never had she felt humiliated like this. Hans had never touched her with the passion that Ann saw now. Now she knew the reason.

"All of you bastards!" Ann shouted angrily, then left, slamming the hotel room door, crying heartbroken.

Ann knew her husband's lover. One was the Chief Marketing Officer of Graham Corporation, Teddy Lee. The man did have the status of a handsome bachelor who was popular and womanizer. Teddy's curly hair was golden blonde, and his eyes were amber. He was responsible for ensuring the marketing strategy of Graham Corporation's products to succeed in the market.

The other man was the Chief Finance Officer of Graham Corporation, Franz Smith. The handsome man with glasses who looked quiet and calm was admired by women in the company and business partners. Franz's hair was reddish-blonde, and his eyes were amber. This man was the person Hans trusted to manage the company's finances effectively and efficiently. Therefore, he was known as a handsome man that women dream of.

Ann Graham became Ann Davis in a matter of days. As soon as lawyers completed the paperwork for her divorce, she was no longer part of the Graham family. Ann sighed and downed the alcohol in her glass in one gulp. No wonder her married life was frigid and short. Her bed life wasn't fun at all. At that moment, she knew why. Why had she been so stupid all this time?

So far, Hans Graham had only needed Ann as a companion at formal business events to carry out his wife's role. But, unfortunately, Hans Graham, Chief Executive Officer, aka CEO of Graham Corporation, never loved her one bit. So Ann was crying alone while continuing to put alcohol in her mouth.

"Madam, you'd better stop drinking. You look drunk already," the bartender said sympathetically.

"No, I'm not drunk yet. I'm just heartbroken," Ann replied as she continued to cry.

"Okay, don't throw up here. If you need help, please call me," the bartender warned.

"You're so talkative," Ann grumbled in annoyance. She took out her debit card to pay the bill.

Ann got out of her chair and went to the toilet to fix her make up. At that time, her makeup must have been messy and faded from the tears. Ann intended to clean her face so she wouldn't look pathetic and ghost-like. Her pride had been hurt because the attractiveness of men had eclipsed her attractiveness as a woman. But, on the other hand, Ann didn't want her face to look like an ugly woman either. At least, Ann tried to look attractive.

After successfully stopping her crying and cleaning her makeup in the toilet, Ann came out and intended to go back to her room. But, unfortunately, it was already past midnight.

In the corridor, a man and a woman were seen fighting.

"I told you not to follow me, Merry," complained the man in his neat work clothes. He wore a black blazer and shirt inside.

"I want to make a surprise for you, dear," said Merry, a woman wearing a red dress with a low slit and a miniskirt, hugging the man's waist. Merry's reddish-blonde hair was wavy, and her amber-colored eyes looked seductive.

"Stop it! I don't like you! Stop following me!" said the man, releasing Merry's arms from his waist.

"Why? Do you have another woman?" asked Merry urgently.

"Listen, Merry. I don't have any feelings for you. We're not lovers either. Stop clinging on me. I don't want to be rude to you," the man pleaded.

The woman named Merry ignored the man's request.

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