On the Alpha's Bed While My Ex Begs

Chapter 4

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ng his self-righteous war

tronizing expression. He thought he had suc

een pathetically grateful for t

stomach churn with

s could graze my skin, I jerked

. The smugness on his fac

cold and sharp as I bit of

ide, as if witnessing

savaged. His face flushed from white t

full name through clenched

grabbing my shoulders, trying to use h

, completely ignoring his rage, my voice

t froze all his movements. He stared a

o the Rejection," I repeated,

nt, then burst into manic laughter. "Rejection? You? Elinor, can you even surviv

my place-an Omega from a no-name Pa

rity. "He's right, Elinor. It's dangerous outsi

ned needles, but this time,

yours," I replied coldly.

mouth crashing down on mine. It wasn't a kiss;

mitive method to prove his absolu

his sweat and ange

and jealousy, I didn't close my eyes in

ery ounce of

striking him hard

's lips. He doubled over in agony

bent over, I r

the small room. I had put all my strength

filled only by Braxton

n his cheek, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

d, her hand clamp

bbed the enamel basin from the washstand

h his head with

lood began to mat his brown hair

an on the floor or the horror-struck woman by the door.

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On the Alpha's Bed While My Ex Begs

Lucy Cartwright Werewolf

“The Moon Goddess decreed the Gamma warrior Braxton as my fated mate, but he treated me like a lowly servant while doting on a human woman named Bree. In my past life, I endured his coldness and Bree's endless framing, thinking my submissive love would eventually win his heart. But he completely abandoned our sacred bond. Whenever Bree faked a minor scratch, he would force me to apologize, letting the whole pack humiliate me. Ultimately, I was pushed aside, my flesh brutally torn by claws, while he stood there protecting a triumphant Bree in his arms. I died a pathetic, rejected Omega, drowning in my own tears and the bone-deep chill of his betrayal. Until my last breath, I didn't understand. I had cleaned his home spotless, waited on him, and loved him with all my soul. Why did my fated mate choose a manipulative human over our sacred bond? Why did my endless devotion only earn me a tragic, bloody end? Opening my eyes again, I was back to the exact moment Braxton was forcing me to apologize for a fake burn on Bree's wrist. "Elinor, apologize. You weren't watching where you were going!" This time, I didn't cry or beg. I walked over to the stove, grabbed the boiling kettle, and poured the scalding water directly onto her hand. Since she wanted to play the victim, I would make her injury real. Then, I would force him to accept my Rejection.”