Too Late, Alpha: I Am Free Now

Chapter 7

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Nightw

ight. The fight had gone out of him, replaced by a deep, hollowed-out shock. The coun

s glance. They understood. It was ove

lace was a profound, aching confusion. He was looking at me,

his voice raspy. "Did she

he memory of the woman we both loved as a weapon. He needed to belie

She never knew. My pro

se you for me!" he insisted, a r

the only one who saw my wolf, not just my bloodline," I explained, my voice softeni

etting the

ou. I am my own person, not a

done. Now, I hav

bind me. He squeezed his eyes shut, a shudder running through his powerful fram

said. Jus

sound of

f relief. A catastrophe for the pack had been averted

looking for a sign-any sign-of hesitat

ing but a cal

a title. A price for his freedom. His lieutenants leaned forward slightly, also expecting me

little they knew me.

no terms

hem stared at

ker asked, his brow furro

voice clear and precise. "The lands, the properties, the

er each of them before

with the clothes I am wearing

Nigh

the past thirteen years had value, something worth being compensated for. To demand nothing meant it

e arm of the chair, clenched into a fist. For the first time, I saw a flicker o

arrangement. He was losing a part of his own soul, a part he had

to his feet, his

commanded, his voice a l

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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.”