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Goodbye Alpha, I'm No Longer Your Blood Bag

Chapter 5 I need closure.

Word Count: 1462    |    Released on: 13/01/2026

den'

Stormy had been nothing

il saw its value, and I'd cared only about the clinical details: her blood compat

rriage. I nee

ve been a fa

n w

sence feel like

my enforcer glared up at me from the desk-three pages of nothing. No travel records.

Like she'd n

wasn't possible. Every wolf left traces-scen

knew how to

nish from a secured Alpha's estate without triggering a single alarm? Who'd endur

barren. The bathroom lacked her vanilla-and-rain scent. Even the kitchen, where she'd sometimes l

. "The clinic footage shows her entering a black Rolls

ent rigid.

he looks of it. Quart

clothes he'd provided. She'd arrived at Su

ht my

r truly bee

The too-perfect penmanship for someone claiming to be uneducated. The quiet confidence when speak

ere's more. The car turned nor

oward Missat

wall, staring at the amber liquor

with Alpha power. "Not just blood type this time. I

d hidden from me, Zar

*

lle's

unded like my own heartbeat-Elsa Sterling had arrived in her signature silver MC20,

Alpha-born confidence, her emerald eyes locking

crushing me in a hug that smelled of Chanel No. 5 and home. "Three

familiar citrus-and-cinnamon scent unravelin

nto my shoulders. "Look at you," she breathed, taking in my

ed my

oward the house. "Firs

aged tigress while I sipped jasmine

tuation. You've been through hell, and that's exactly why you need to look a

d me with its lightness. "You ha

tumbling. "You're Missatian royalty. You'll wear coutur

f him made my

do need to go back. I need to retrieve the divorc

nd his family put you through enough. Are yo

closure, and I need to reclaim wh

nd squeezed my hand. "Try and stop me.

ghable compared to the ancient stone arches of my homeland. Elsa's Maserati purred to a

thick with the scent

tt-Calden's least intelligent enforcer-swaggered forward, his

resented my presence, twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "Did you

lsa's car door

tino stilettos sinking into Sunlight Ridge dirt like daggers. The Sterling

when his wolf recogni

even me-cold and clear as wint

. "Sister? Since when

ack. One moment, she stood by the car. Nex

peaking to. And that-" Her other hand gestured to me wi

ctive inhale was

bobbing as he swallowed hard. Everyone knew the

manicured finger tapped her chin. "Or shall I call Daddy a

ould escalate further, another

going o

despite the absence of wind. The scent of her bergamot perfume clashed violentl

r name made it sound like an insult. "Come to pester my so

my veins being tapped like a keg for her son's precious Thessaly, and t

lashing out. No need to waste time with them

ound out. "Then I'll gladly never

"You think you can waltz into my son's priv

shot. Every pack member within earshot froze. "Before you call anyone a bitch, maybe

welled in my chest. Els

toxed forehead actually wrinkling in rage. "How dare

r Sterling ruby flashing like a warning beacon. "Respect is earned,

ng shade of purple, her ears

ce cracking. "Seize these insol

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Goodbye Alpha, I'm No Longer Your Blood Bag
Goodbye Alpha, I'm No Longer Your Blood Bag
“Zarelle Feymere-heiress to the most powerful werewolf dynasty in the world-made one mistake: she fell for an Alpha who saw her as nothing more than a rare blood bag. For three years, she endured the humiliation of a loveless mating, her veins tapped like a commodity to sustain the woman Calden Ashmoor truly loved, Thessaly. His fated mate, who rejected him to marry his brother. When a web of lies and betrayal is uncovered, Zarelle does the unthinkable: she walks away. Now, stripped of her disguise as a docile omega, the true daughter of the Missatian Pack returns to claim her birthright-and her revenge. Calden always thought he'd married a nobody. He never expected his discarded mate to come back as a queen.”