The Genius Designer Escapes Her Alpha

Chapter 5

Word Count: 952 | Released on: 16/09/2026

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ubject. "Forget it! Let's not talk about that bad luck! It's in the past! We're looking forward

e of days ago asking about you. That girl is drowning in books studying abroad, but she thinks about you every day.

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my friends. For three years, I was buried in endless pack duties, isolated from everyone, like a canary

just pass by simply becau

had a huge chance of placing high. While I was preparing my final piece, my biological father, Forrest Hayes, came to me

my profession and despised the idea

Montgomery" left his mouth

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s boy going through a violent, unstable transition, isola

m with silver chains because of his uncontrollab

and used my faint Omega scent and my sketchbook filled with landscapes and flowers to calm

-death moment. I thought, even if it was a transaction, the boy who risked his life to save

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you once tried to save from the dark could be

avina, the client saw the sketch you did for me tonight! He's completely bl

ner wouldn't meet directly with a

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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."”