Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

"She is exhausted from taking care of a sick child! What's the big deal if she wears a piece of your clothing?! When did you become such a vicious shrew?!" My Alpha mate protectively cradled his weeping mistress in his arms, unleashing his crushing aura to force me to my knees to apologize to her. And all of this was simply because I slapped the woman who had hijacked my bridal suite and put on my clothes. But that bridal suite was painstakingly decorated by me, and that piece of clothing was the sexy lingerie he gifted me for our one-year anniversary! When I refused to yield, he ordered his guards to drag me into the freezing psychiatric isolation ward. "Lock her up for five days! Let her starve in the dark until she crawls out begging for forgiveness!" He didn't know that in my past life, I died in that exact cell. I was forcefully injected with hallucinogens and chained to a bed. When a roaring fire engulfed the building, he kicked open the door, ignored my desperate screams, and scooped up his fake-crying mistress before rushing out. I was left to burn alive, smelling my own roasting flesh. Reborn on the exact day I was locked away, I didn't struggle. Five days later, he and his mistress stood outside the door, waiting for me to grovel. Instead, I smashed a flawless mental health evaluation and a signed "Mate Rejection Form" right into his hypocritical face! "Keep the house, and keep the trash." I coldly watched him drop to his knees, gasping in agony as our soul bond violently severed, and then tossed three thousand dollars at his feet. "That's for the lingerie. Consider it charity." He scoffed, certain that an abandoned she-wolf would eventually starve on the streets. He had no idea that I already held the deadly secrets of his corrupt officials and used them to extort my first pot of gold. Next, I will build my own business empire, monopolize the pack's supply chain, and buy the absolute loyalty of his entire army. When his proud Alpha throne is completely hollowed out by me, I can't wait to see how he protects his precious little parasite!

Werewolf Suspense Divorce Rebirth/Reborn Alpha Second Chance Personal Growth Dark Romance Omegaverse

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Sienna Point Of View

"Sienna, you need to come here fast, as our CEO is on his way here." I received a call from my team head making me run through the crowded footpaths of New York city.

People are always busy here. The city is lively with people buzzing around at the daytime and it is lit with many lights, like stars have graced their beauty on earth, at the night time. I love staying in this city in-spite of the problems and scary nightmares I am going through.

I hurried towards the road waited for walk signal to cross the road. I should be in the office by now and it takes ten minutes walk from here.

Wish CEO Sir doesn't arrive so quickly.

Just as I saw the walk signal on traffic lights, I started crossing road but stopped suddenly looking at a shiny luxurious SUV standing there in traffic.

I walked towards the car and knocked at the driver window. He rolled down the black-tinted window and narrowed his eyes towards me eyeing me up and down.

"You need to off the engine while in traffic or the car is at a stop sir. We cannot deprive our future generations with gas/petrol/diesel right? Please do off the engine next time sir. It also prevents some of the pollution too." I said in a small tone not wanting to offend him or the owner who is sitting at the backseat.

I leaned back after telling him what I wanted to and looked half open window of the backseat of the car. I went towards the owner to tell my apologies for wasting their time, when I saw those eyes.

Those deep sea blue eyes which are like crystals shining at every flicker of light! They are a very interesting and unique color that I found myself looking at them interestingly.

I could only see his eyes from the little opening of the window but I can tell he must be looking like a beauty God. His eyes gave away that much that he might be in his late twenties I assume looking at his young, clear eyes narrowed towards me with rage.

I know that look and I learned few of them all these four years from the place I'm currently staying.

When someone, who thinks they are as mighty as God, gives that look it means he is not a fan of taking good advices from people who they think are nothing but beggars before them.

I agree that look did shake my legs with fear but I'm still glad that I could mutter up the courage to give a little advice and I don't regret it.

He squinted on his eyes towards me and I know he must be gritting his teeth preventing himself from lashing on me in the public face.

I bowed my head in fear and scurried away before I let him hurt me.

Why do I do such things? I know I need to maintain a low profile because I have so much to loose. I have too many secret to risk. But still I cannot keep my nature-related opinions to myself.

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