On the Alpha's Bed While My Ex Begs

Chapter 5

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ark of an oak tree, I gaspe

ough me. That slap, that basin-it felt as if

y were trembling slightly, not

ny Pack, attacking a Gamma warrior

ng a dramatic, one-sided story. And when Braxton

y could drag me before

l was

n with the fire of a new life, my physical strength was no

lly few: a couple of changes of clothes, and...

paper. It was an official Pack document-a "Partners

him to sign this very form. He had tor

I wouldn't

items from my pack:

ages were filled with my handwriti

ture for days. His signature was a flamboyant, arrog

een it countless times. I knew every

liarity was my

forgery was nearly perfect, at least a ninety-perc

ion, in the applicant's space, I wrote my n

s consent, I held my breath and carefully, pain

te, I felt as if I had created

who could submit this petition

They would immediately question

to make the submission of this pe

xton and Bree... t

began t

etition and tucked it into an i

highly respected, someone who just so

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othed my hair, trying to look as composed

ng toward the area where the Elders

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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.”