Too Late, Alpha: I Am Free Now

Chapter 2

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Nightw

y. Poppy had scurried off, her small frame radiating a nervous energy that w

ailed weaving of a dense, ancient forest. It reminded

ulling me back thirteen years to the day I

ed standing in the great hall, dwarfed by the high ceilings and the powerful, arrogant wolves who stared at me as if I were something the

thunderstorm and pine, even then, crackling with dominance. They judged my sc

her, Alpha Silas. He was already tall and broad-shouldered, his h

able, shot through me. My young wolf whimpered with a joy so pure it ached. His

show joy. It showed sh

it was loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, sharp and cruel.

and

gile hope that had just bloomed within me withered and died on the spot. That insult, that single moment of public hu

n and run, to disappear back into the forest they thought I smelle

and disappointment on her face as she looked at her son. She reprimanded him sharply, but the

yes. "Don't listen to him, child," she'd said, her voice a soft comfo

Ryker was murdered on the day we met. Everything that came after was just a slow, painful execution of my soul. My vow to L

outside the chamber door pu

Ryker, his Bet

fore he even entered. His scent was stronger now, more oppressive, laced with the victory of his re

spark jealousy. I

thundercloud of irritation, his golden eyes narro

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Too Late, Alpha: I Am Free Now

Xiao Yan Werewolf

“The pack was howling in celebration outside, roaring for their new, undisputed Alpha. My husband, Ryker. But inside my study, there was only the quiet scratch of my pen signing my true name. For thirteen years, I had endured a hollow, loveless mating. On the day we met, he publicly humiliated me, claiming my fated scent was just "mud and weeds." Since then, he treated me with nothing but cold disdain, openly flaunting his flirtations with another she-wolf while I desperately tried to be his perfect Luna. I shattered my own soul to build his empire. I spent my nights securing his political alliances and finding his enemies' weaknesses in secret, all to fulfill a deathbed promise to his mother. Yet, he took all the credit, viewing me as a weak, useless accessory. Even his pack warriors looked at me with contempt. Tonight, his power was finally secure, and my debt was paid. But when I laid the ancient Rite of Rejection on the council table, he just smirked. He arrogantly assumed it was a hysterical, jealous tantrum over his mistress, completely blind to the fact that my heart had died to him years ago. "This isn't a threat, Ryker. This is a notice." Using the very treaties I had secretly forged to trap him, I forced the mighty Alpha to accept my rejection, walking away from his wealth and his pack with nothing but the clothes on my back and my long-lost freedom.”