Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

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trol completely disintegrated. For a split second, I saw the real man underneath-confuse

backlash of the rej

olently fray. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood, refusing to let out even a whimp

chest. The shock quickly morphed into absolute, narcissistic rage. A palpable wave of power rolled off him, th

ng gold. "Do you have any idea what you're saying, Ciara? You th

y thought I was just

didn't. Because the moment I initiated the rejection, his bloodline hold over me weakened significan

" I said, my voice steady, enunciating each word with lethal precision. "

nce between us in a blink, his towering shadow falling over me

es from mine, trying to use his scent to subdue me. "I to

cted force that the mighty Alpha actually stumbled back a half-step.

ies," I said, my voice dropping to a frigid whisper

trol of a situation with me. His handsome face was

s to mask the searing pain of the tearing bond. "Who would want you? A br

. It was a bitter, chilling sound tha

at's a convenient diagnosis you forced on me

harmed a young, naive apprentice healer into printing it for me this mor

re the words: "No signs of feral behavior or clinical psychosis. Patient's wo

y realizing I wasn't just throwing a

ing point, the doorbell chimed. "Go away!" Darius

f a key turning in the lock. Of course. H

vered ceramic bowl, a perfect picture of domestic concern. She had on a soft pin

my spare key... I heard Sister Ciara was finally released, so I brought som

her expression a flawless blen

ke a fragile shield. "Am I... interrupting something? Sister

y softened at the sight of her tears. He couldn't yell at

ter unfold. I felt strangely detached, lik

her fake sobs like a scythe. "You're not inte

ius, who looked trapped between his f

t meant to pierce her. "Now, Darius. Are you going to get out of my personal suit

tly in her hands. The mask of innocent concern finally slipped