The Genius Designer Escapes Her Alpha

Chapter 2

Word Count: 987 | Released on: 16/09/2026

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I burst through the hospital doors. I sprinted toward the

a ventilator, his usually pale face now a terrifying shade of blue. Seeing

e cracking. Emmett had always been frail, a wolfless human

t... he saw the entertainment news this afternoon. The photos of the Alpha King and... that woman. He lock

l. It was because of me. The humiliation of my pa

nt. "Are you Emmett Hayes' family? The pneumonia has triggered acute respiratory failure. He needs emergency su

dred th

. "Luna, I have

pushing her hands back. "Keep y

f it's not enough, I'll ask Corbin. Don't believe the

y fire door clicked shut, the fake smile on my face shattered completely. I wasn't trying to hide

ialed Lauren Sullivan, Co

transfer of two hundred thousand dollars

"Luna, do you know what time it is? The Alpha King left strict orders. All of your 'large expenditures'

ently indisposed. I cannot int

was a poisoned needle stabbing directly into my chest. The entire pack looked down on me, kn

heart. Corbin's private line. I pressed ca

antly. But the voice that floated through t

n's voice. Soft, melodious, laced w

tte W

ut Corbin on the phone," I demanded, using every o

nocence. In the background, I could clearly hear the sound of a shower running. "C

rippled brother of yours? Corby was just complaining to me about how exhausting it is to

r to say another wor

own the rough concrete wall, colla

love me. I thought of how I swallowed my pride, playing the perfect, obedient Luna. I thought of t

. they made me look like an absolute, p

His subordinates treated me like dirt. And the brother I cherished more than

My inner wolf, who had whimpered for her mate for three years, suddenly

the desperate pleading in my eyes was gone

rs of my youth, my dignity, and my brother's nea

live in this hell

d Chloe's number, and sent a single text:

money was in my account. Followed by a text: [D

ne straight. It wa

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“"Welcome to the ex-husband's pity gifts clearance sale! Everything is 90% off, because I need to trade this trash for my brother's life-saving surgery!" When I threw the limited-edition designer bags and diamonds my Alpha King husband had given me into the 'sold' pile like garbage in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers, the entire internet exploded. No one knew that just a few hours ago, I was like an absolute joke, treating a blue silk scarf he casually handed me like a priceless treasure. That was until his white moonlight sent me a photo flaunting her new mansion. I finally understood that the scarf was nothing but a free giveaway from the estate he bought for her. It came as a pair; he carelessly tossed one to me, while his white moonlight tied the other matching scarf around her pet poodle's neck. For three years of marriage, after every night of intense intimacy, he would coldly force me to drink a bitter bowl of wolfsbane concoction. Just to ensure that I, a low-ranking Omega, would never be qualified to bear his heir. I swallowed all my dignity and humiliation. Until my brother, triggered by the news of him and his white moonlight going to a hotel, was pushed into the ICU fighting for his life. I broke down and dialed his private number, but the one who answered the phone was that woman. "Corby is taking a shower right now. He was just complaining about how exhausting it is to fund your brother's bottomless pit." At that exact moment, the heart that had beaten for him for three years completely died. But when I cleared out all his gifts overnight and ruthlessly slammed the Mate Severance Agreement, stamped with the ancient seal, against his chest. "I, Davina, formally reject you as my mate!" The cold-blooded, arrogant Alpha King, who had always looked down on me, instantly lost his mind. Ignoring the soul-tearing agony of the severed bond that made him cough up blood, he pinned me fiercely against the wall. His usually freezing eyes were completely bloodshot, filled with frantic pleading. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his trembling, blood-tasting kisses trailing over my skin as he begged in a hoarse, broken whisper: "Be good, tear the paper up... I'll give you my life, just please, don't throw me away."”