The Genius Designer Escapes Her Alpha

Chapter 3

Word Count: 914 | Released on: 16/09/2026

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ett into the operating room, and then drove

e limited-edition designer bags, the diamond jewelry, the racks of haute couture, and those damn

um of wealth, all I felt was a pie

ast on a new account I named 'The Luna's Ledger'. The title of the stream was pure, u

oved it right up to the camera, my voice clear but raspy from crying. "We

while I stay home serving my Alpha King husband, taking the infertility herbs he forces down my throat, he's

members and socialites flooded in. After a few sec

can't even get that on a waitlist! Thirty grand?! Are you crazy? I'LL

ewer count skyrocketed from hundreds to tens of th

didn't even look at the climbing revenue. I just mechanically, precisely held up the clothes, the shoes, the jewelry... ev

; it was a public exe

assed half a million dollars, a single anonymous

he stream. I immediately transferred two hundred thousan

ing, the sky outside was turning a pale, cold gray. I called

ped. I was bone-tired. I dragged myself to the bedro

cked open with enough force to cr

his silver-gray eyes were practically bleeding with rage. It was obvious he had seen the stream and sped all the way

a King, I didn't feel a single ounce of fear. Instea

strand of hair behind my ear, before fi

snarl, squeezed through clenched teeth. His oppressive A

. You can't suppress somet

smile never wavering. "Compared to

a poisoned dagger. "After all, I'm not the one who sleeps with my mate, forces her to

iolent shade of ashen gray. He

ilent against the freezing marble floor. The cold shot up my legs

one that held the wolfsbane herbs he forced on me after every intimacy

he bitter-smelling pouches scatte

look at him with nothing but desperate

f my finger, letting it drop onto the pil

thing you've ever given me, I've already sold.

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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."”