Divorcing The Alpha: My Designer Comeback

Chapter 2

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et were silent on the cold marble staircase, each step a

y furniture in silver. My eyes landed on the framed photo on Leo's nightstand-him, younger, w

him. The Alpha King. The sheer force of his presence had been a physical weight, making it hard to breathe. He announced I was his mate, not

e, and I was its silent, ornamental bird. I'd given up my dream of becoming a designer, taken the sterile job at his bank, played the part of the docile Luna perf

l the way through. The love I'd been hoping for had never ex

rced open. "Send my blue suit to the office by nine tomorrow morning. And Aiden is

er woman in the same breath. The final straw-the o

irst time in eight years, I pushed back. N

s a flicker of surprise from his end, a brief pause-he noticed the shift. But then, as always, he dismissed it. The link c

had. My fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing the Sterling network moni

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reaking. A surge of strength, cold and clear, washed through me, pushing away the numbness, re

hanged, but my world had. I was no longer living

my design sketches, my professional drawing tools-my soul, packed away in cardboard. I ran my hand over the thick paper, reuniting

ent to his contact information and changed his name from "My

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Divorcing The Alpha: My Designer Comeback

Ai Chi Romance

“For eight years, I played the perfect, obedient Luna to the Alpha King, a wolfless girl trapped in a loveless, gilded cage. I gave up my dreams and endured his coldness, foolishly hoping to one day warm his heart. That illusion shattered the night he left his mind-link open by mistake. Through the faint connection, I heard a voice that froze my blood-my own son, Aiden, sleepily calling another woman "Mommy." And my husband, who had never shown me a drop of affection, replied to her with a tenderness that physically hurt. He was giving Scarlett everything: his love, a top executive position in his corporation, and my child. When I finally walked away and managed to snap a photo of them kissing in his car, he didn't apologize. Instead, he summoned a dozen pack warriors to trap me on the street, bruising my shoulder as he forced me to delete the evidence. "Remember what you are, Sienna. A wolfless. Nothing." He whispered those words with absolute certainty, believing I would soon crawl back to his luxury, broken and begging. He thought my eight years of submission meant my spirit was permanently crushed. But he didn't know about the hidden ghost protocol on my phone that had already backed up every incriminating photo. Standing in my cramped new apartment, I threw his platinum ring out the window and unboxed my old design sketches. Sienna Everly, the docile mate, is dead. I am Lyra, and I'm going to build an empire that will bring his entire world crashing down.”