Love Alpha

Seraphina's POV

My mate betrayed me.

I stood outside the car, watching helplessly as his mistress sat on his lap, his face buried in her chest, her head thrown back, her fingers tangled uncontrollably in his hair, and the car rocking violently like a small boat in a storm.

I covered my mouth, unable to believe what I was seeing, tears sliding down uncontrollably. Then the burning pain hit - fire erupted beneath the mate mark on my neck, searing my nerves like liquid silver, and my neck felt like a pair of hands were squeezing it tight. I couldn't breathe. Even though I'm human, the pain cut deep into my bones.

My legs almost gave out. Why? Why would Marcus betray the Moon Goddess's bond? Three years ago, he didn't.

As a human raised in the pack, no one believed Alpha Marcus would accept me as his mate. When his mother, Margaret Grimhilde, learned that Marcus's mate was me - a human - I saw the spectacular shift in her expression. In the end, she practically screamed with murder in her eyes: "An alpha wolf will never be satisfied by a mate - especially a lowly human woman!"

Guess what my mate Marcus did then? He stepped forward like a wall, standing in front of me. "As Pack Leader, I will never betray the Moon Goddess's blessing. Even if she is human, I will treat her life as my own!" he roared, pulling me into his arms with those strong hands.

His scent - the fresh pine and the smell of a storm - wrapped around me. In that moment, I felt grounded, safe.

Margaret backed off, but her resentment never faded. Even so, I accepted his mark, as if it were my fairy-tale moment - like a human Cinderella.

I had planned to leave the pack after turning twenty and live in the human world. I grew up in the pack; my parents were both omegas. They told me they found me near a human town. I used to think I might be a werewolf, but even at twenty, I never established a wolf link. I can say with certainty - I am human.

But Marcus gave me a home. I stopped dreaming and committed myself to helping him grow his business. For two years, I fully enjoyed Marcus's love.

However, a year ago, everything began to crumble. Marcus was always traveling, and the distance between us grew. I even considered getting pregnant to keep him.

How foolish. I see it now. I'm only grateful I realized it before dragging a child into this. Marcus may be an alpha, but he is still a man - and what man keeps his promises?

I suppressed the stabbing pain in my chest and took out the divorce papers Margaret gave me last week. I could imagine how happy she must be now.

One week ago, Margaret came to me. She wanted me to get Marcus to sign the papers by any means necessary - and without Marcus knowing. If I could do it for thirty days, she would give me one billion dollars.

Thirty days. The Werewolf Council has an unwritten rule - they say an alpha's marriage affects pack stability, so it can't be dissolved easily. That's why they enforce a mandatory one-month cooling period.

As long as nothing happened in the pack during these thirty days, I could walk away with the money - effortlessly, without drawing attention.

At the time, I kicked her out, furious she would even suggest such a thing. I told her directly that Marcus would never betray me. Obviously, Margaret already knew Marcus was cheating.

The nausea surged up my throat again. Imagining how the pack had treated me like a fool for a whole month - the humiliation washed over me like a tide. I had to end this farce.

I grabbed my phone and texted the queen herself - Margaret: [Get my billion ready.]

The moment the message was sent, I jumped into the car, my eyes locked on Marcus's direction... locked on the rocking Bentley. I slammed the accelerator! With a roaring blast, my white Maserati shot forward like a mad thing, crashing straight into his black Bentley, which was still shaking like some cheap old junk car.

BANG! A deafening crash. The screech of twisting metal tore at my ears. And of course, I heard their disgusting curses.

I let out a cold laugh. Thanks to that tank-like Bentley, I walked away uninjured.

I didn't wait for them to put on their clothes. I snatched the folder from the passenger seat, rushed over, and pounded on Marcus's window.

A few seconds later, the perfectly statue-like face of Alpha Marcus appeared. When our eyes met, his jaw clenched tightly.

"Seraphina? What the hell just happened?!" he said darkly, without a trace of panic for being caught cheating. As if I were the dirt beneath his feet and he owed me no explanation.

But none of that mattered now. As long as he signed the divorce papers today, I would be satisfied.

I ignored his anger and calmly held the folder out through the window. God, if I could, I would shove those damn papers straight down his smug, lying throat.

"Oh, Alpha Marcus," I said, pretending to be composed, "looks like I mistook the gas pedal for the brake. Must be low blood sugar. Anyway, here's something you need to sign."