Too Late, Alpha: I Am Free Now

Chapter 3

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e loyal hounds. The scent of celebratory ale rolled off them

e. "Elara, what is this?" he demanded, his voice a low growl. It was the Alpha comma

ur to him that something might be seriously wrong. In thirteen years, he had

to another night, another duty. Our Mating. There had been no passion, no tenderness. It was a cold, clinical act to seal the

pack politics until my head ached. I forced myself to socialize with the other Alphas' mates, mimicking their confidence, their easy laught

tried to reshape it into a m

is face. He spent more and more nights away, training or "o

bs than in our alliances," he'd once s

litical power, no valuable family connections. Each casual, cruel

d into our lives. Their flirtation was an open secret, a humiliation I was expected to endure with quiet dignity. The day I

ker of the original me. And from that day on, I stop

man standing before me. There was nothing left inside me

o notice the scroll. He stepped forward, his eyes scanni

, his voice tight. "

e. His golden eyes scanned the heading, and the arrogant smirk on his face

of Rej

urious roar, a wave of pure possessive rage that slammed into me through the M

had built a wall of ice around my heart,

voice was dangerously low, vibrating wi

step forward, toward the table. I raised my ha

d, my voice clear and steady, using

ond is

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Too Late, Alpha: I Am Free Now

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“The pack was howling in celebration outside, roaring for their new, undisputed Alpha. My husband, Ryker. But inside my study, there was only the quiet scratch of my pen signing my true name. For thirteen years, I had endured a hollow, loveless mating. On the day we met, he publicly humiliated me, claiming my fated scent was just "mud and weeds." Since then, he treated me with nothing but cold disdain, openly flaunting his flirtations with another she-wolf while I desperately tried to be his perfect Luna. I shattered my own soul to build his empire. I spent my nights securing his political alliances and finding his enemies' weaknesses in secret, all to fulfill a deathbed promise to his mother. Yet, he took all the credit, viewing me as a weak, useless accessory. Even his pack warriors looked at me with contempt. Tonight, his power was finally secure, and my debt was paid. But when I laid the ancient Rite of Rejection on the council table, he just smirked. He arrogantly assumed it was a hysterical, jealous tantrum over his mistress, completely blind to the fact that my heart had died to him years ago. "This isn't a threat, Ryker. This is a notice." Using the very treaties I had secretly forged to trap him, I forced the mighty Alpha to accept my rejection, walking away from his wealth and his pack with nothing but the clothes on my back and my long-lost freedom.”