The Genius Designer Escapes Her Alpha

Chapter 6

Word Count: 980 | Released on: 16/09/2026

IN'S

I had just shattered a priceles

violent vortex of pure fury at being c

woman, my mate, actually used a live broadcast to drag my na

's broadcast is trending across all social media platforms. Our p

ie, suddenly fee

use I hadn't paid enough attention to her. I expected tears. I expecte

"She thinks this is about money? I could give her

er voice flat. She stepped forward and plac

edding band rolled out, coming to a stop against my pen, al

tightened

to dramatic tantrums. She thought throwing her rin

was a low-ranking Omega. My bloodline was a violently dominant, pure Alpha. If she got pregnant, the she

had never allowed me

he ring aside. "Find out where she is. Keep an eye on her, but don't bri

face begging for her brother flashing in my

ve been cleared," Lauren said, keeping her head down. "And... Luna called me last night asking for two

thal growl rumbling in my chest. "When di

were in the private suite at the hotel with Miss W

access to Dr. Alan Foster for her brother!" I roared, my Alpha aura slamming Lauren to her knees. "

r nose under the crushing pressure. "I... I don't

unge last night. If Collette answered Davina's call with the shower

take will cost you your head. Now get out of my sight

ice. I want him on the next fli

re return. I picked up my phone to call her, wanting to

a cold, mechanical voice answered: "The

phone so tightly my

Hayes, you have gut

a hotel. She had gone back to that pathetic

ling. That male who used to buzz ar

mpany was looking for a designer for a my

" Lauren's report concluded, "and s

ain. A joint venture? Was she so eager

ng against my ribs. She is ours! Sh

n take over Caleb's project through a shell

n she realized her new life, her new car

ing her realize she had no choice but to crawl

nding in the boardroom, I listened a

ound, watching the shock and horr

es begin, l

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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."”