The Genius Designer Escapes Her Alpha

Chapter 4

Word Count: 1051 | Released on: 16/09/2026

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oset. "Thank you for your 'gifts' over the past three ye

ways wore on his wrist. My tone turned mockingly sinc

ed upstairs to pack the only things that truly belonged to me

ere my mother's diaries and her jewelry design drafts from her youth. Her

sketches I had shelved long ago because they were dee

ssion a mix of duty and pity. "Luna... I mean, Ms. Hayes. The Alpha Kin

nothing in this box that Corbin Montgomery paid for. If

the watchful eyes of the est

ress-the place where Mar

y. Ever since Emmett was diagnosed with his immune system deficiency, a rare condition for a human

s kept a space for me. A tiny, south-facing independent b

ed, kept spotless by Martha. Above the bed hung a landscape paint

el the sensation of a brush dancing across my fingertips. That

my right hand three years ago, I hadn

ine and cheap soap filled my nose. It was the smell of home-

Perhaps, from the moment I agreed to my scumbag father's dema

y phone and di

when I thought it would disc

eaker: "Davina! Holy goddess! You finally remember to contact me?! If I didn't hear from you s

d at his roar, and a sliver

e sketches these new pups in my team produced are so garbage even an AI would reject them! The final design draft f

urve slowly formed on my lips, and the

address. I'

the computer screen-vivid, soulful, yet highly commercial-and

king like a man who had just cheated death. "I tell those pups to draw a butterfly, and they give me a muta

ed off the cap, and took a sip. The exhaustion be

ed jewelry designer in our class. Because of a toxic

to pick them up

ssing up," I laughe

treating you

st down-to-earth street-side food stall near his company. As n

ed over our respective struggles over the past three years, but Ca

it against mine, saying with genuine sinceri

Just seeing him makes my legs go weak; his aura is like the Grim Reaper himself. And you actually dared t

us tycoon 'M' in your stream who instantly bought out all your limited-edition stuff?

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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."”