Too Late, Alpha: I Am Free Now

Chapter 5

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room. I could see the wheels turning in his head, his mind s

lpha pride, his male ego, could not accept the simple truth: that I was leaving him because I no lo

done. It twisted the facts until th

w it as clearly as if he'd spoke

e. It ha

erfume. He'd dismissed it all as meaningless, because I was his Luna, a

A convenient excuse. A dramatic, manipulative ploy. My real motive, the one his ego could accept, was j

A woman's hyste

lf-satisfied smirk touched his lips. He was back in

amiliar, condescending calm. He sounded lik

t him, my expre

s tone laced with a patronizing certainty. He loo

, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. It was a weariness that went bo

ired to eve

he thought I was desperate to hear. "But it's not what you think. If you don't like it,

us, offering me an elegant way

all made sense. They relaxed, their expressions shifting from alarm to the mild amusement of men watching a do

holding-the hope that he might, for one second,

get it. They didn

us planning, my sacred vow to his dying mother-all of it, in his

tle laugh esc

nerve Ryker more than any shout would ha

"I'm laughing at myself," I said, my voice empty. "F

own eyes clear and

stake, Ryker. Thi

is a n

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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.”