Adored By My Ruthless Alpha by Pixie

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Huo Wuer

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten.

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Aria's POV

A worthless omega, that's all I can ever be.

My "loving" mate is at it again, making love to his Alicia. I wish he will just reject me and leave me be.

My entire torso feels like multiple knives are stuck inside. Unfortunately, this made me hunch over and spill Tania, a pack warrior's smoothie from the kitchen island.

The entire kitchen is silent, even the drop of a needle could be heard. The legs of her chair scrape the floor and the clicking sounds of heels approach me. My heart is beating hard against my chest, "foolish, foolish, Aria", is all I can think, just before I felt her hateful gaze.

"You ruined my drink, wench", she spits in my face.

I try to raise my head and mutter an apology, but nothing comes out but heavy pants from my lips.

"You won't apologize?", slap, "useless", kick, "worthless omega", stump. The sharp edge of her heel wound into my barely clothed skin.

Blood and sweat trickled down my wounded body, I can barely feel the pain she's inflicting. The betrayal of a mate hurts much more.

The stumps stop coming and she sports a smirk, looking down at me. "I wish I had more time to teach you a lesson, but I have to look my best for the bonfire tonight", she said, taking a turn and skipping away as if nothing ever happened.

The conversations in the kitchen start again. I drag my battered lanky frame to sit against a kitchen cabinet.

Heavy footsteps can be heard approaching from the staircase, and the musky smell of my mate mixed with lavender and pine filled my nostrils. Alpha Omari walks in without a shirt and jeans that hang low on his waist.

My eyes drink in his form, even though he hurt me he is still my mate.

His amber eyes glance at me, turning cold, "Pathetic, just take a look at yourself", he said to me, his lips contorted in a grimace.

"And you thought I'd ever pick you over Licia, such a joke", he adds.

He takes long strides into the kitchen and picks a plate, heading back upstairs.

He paused right by the staircase, tilting his head to the side.

"Make sure you're at the bonfire tonight, I'm making an important announcement", he ordered.

"Babe", Alicia calls out whining from upstairs, "You're taking too much time, who are you talking to?"

"No one important", he answers, "I'm coming right up, love", hurrying upstairs.

I lift myself weakly, dragging my feet out of the pack house to the tiny hut allocated to me. My wolf has been silent since when our mate ignored the bond and betrayed us.

***

I stare at my reflection through the broken mirror, in my room. My eyes are swollen and red from crying. My dress has visible holes and is faded. The only thing I love about myself are my vibrant hazel eyes.

"Come on, Aria, it's now or never", I whisper to myself, doing that a lot since all I got from others are harsh words and insults.

Slipping on my worn-out sandals, I take off towards the pack house following the peculiar scent of my mate. I want to try one last time.

I have rehearsed this scene one too many times before now, with my mind drifting afar, I bump into a hard chest, sending sparks through my skin and I fall rather clumsily.

"Watch where you're going, mutt", Alpha Omari let out a growl.

I whimper faintly in response, "I'm sorry for bumping into you, Alpha."

"Can we have a word, please Omari", his eyes darken.

A shiver rolls down my spine "S...sorry, Alpha Omari", I stammer timidly.

"Make it quick, I have important places to be and people to be with." The glint in his eyes shows he enjoys how it hurts me when he mentions her.

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