On the Alpha's Bed While My Ex Begs

Chapter 6

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modest wooden house on the quiet,

steady my breathing. Before I could kn

friends. She saw me and her face twisted f

loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. "You assau

ed faster than I'd thought. Bree must

ked past her. A silver-haired, stern-fac

e was known for being a stickl

ice was low and commanding. His

slightly in a formal Pack greeting.

rence silenced her with a single, sha

closing on Wendy's indignant face. I h

was simple, smelling of

the one opposite him. "Sit. Tell me what happen

." He didn't know how close

, I dropped to my kne

rrowed. "What is t

nly a firm, calculated desperation. "Eld

o committed the assault, an

h both hands. "This is the Rejection petition, mutually agreed

e words "mutu

eyes widened slightly when

did it come to blows?" he asked, his mind

eed to part peacefully. But when I started packing my things to leave,

the red marks on my wrist where

ng a man's head open?" Lawrence w

demand!" I straightened my back, my

e that I, Elinor Mercado, was unworthy of him, that I was the one abandoning the mate bond, a

bomb. Lawrence's expres

ve insult to the Moon Goddess. It was a Pack scandal of the highest order

ntrol and struck him," I finished, lowering my head, my shoulders

room grew thick and heavy. He stared at me, his ex

what he has to say. In the meantime, you will sta

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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.”