After His Ex Girlfriend Came Back

Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King

Da Lanlan

For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess. Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world. Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna. Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee. Immediately after, my mother called to gloat. "Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?" She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue. I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die. But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom. I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent. If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one.

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~ Chloe ~

My husband didn't love me. He didn't hate me either.

What he felt for me was worse... nothing.

A nothingness I'd gotten used to. One I'd decided to adapt with.

Until the night that changed it all.

And it started when the car came to a halt.

A guard moved to open my husband, Dale Beldson's side of the car, and I watched him emerge, revealing that full six foot four figure I'd fallen for.

What everyone had fallen for.

It was kind of hard to not drool over such a well built man.

He was the nation's most handsome man after all, physically built to perfection.

Shoulders and chest carved like crystals. Blue eyes that shone brighter than ever, then with his dark blonde hair combed and sleeked marvelously, he defined hot.

'Hot' that I fell in love with.

Love that began the moment I got to high school at fifteen, him being a senior in his final year.

Five years passed, and I couldn't stop gawking every time I got to see him.

So you must imagine how blissed out I'd have been when he approached me on my twentieth birthday, asking to marry him because he needed a wife to secure his CEO position.

Then, it had seemed perfect, but now... after two years in, with us barely speaking to each other and sex that felt like an emotionless ritual, I could say my fantasy was dying.

Still, I held onto the hope that if out of all the females that had a crush on him, he chose me, then there would still be something in there.

Some feelings he had for me, hidden somewhere, deep down.

And every day, he hadn't proven me right nor wrong.

He barely spoke to me on a daily basis.

But today, something felt off.

I got out of the car, trying to study him.

His jaw was too tight, shoulders squared more than it normally would, eyes cold and distant.

He even had a frown on.

Normally, I was used to him being cold (because, what billionaire isn't), but that afternoon, it was different.

"Is everything alright?" I had to ask once I was beside him.

Only to be greeted with a deeper frown, before he started towards the mansion.

What was wrong with him?