Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

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ward, my wrists tightly str

tors I was emotionally unstable just because I couldn't

ed mate bond. But my reward for being a devoted Luna was being locked away and gaslit. When a roaring fire eventually consumed our ho

cold disappointment as I reached out for help. Why did I ever believe a ma

and antiseptic, the desperate love I once felt for

raight up to my "perfect" Alpha in front of his

I want three thousand

the tragic, abandoned mat

arius is waiting

of the isolation wa

e met my dead, hollow eyes. "Five days in the pack's psychiatric hold and you're

ny emotion. "I'm still fierce enough to

ely clamped her mouth shut, intimid

s as I walked out step by ste

she-wolf. Blinded by rage and betrayal, I had slapped the woman hard across the fa

pathetic, delicate tears. "Luna, you've misun

st took pity on me, that's why he let me stay in the pack house. If you hate me that much,

m for me-now completely devoid of affection. "You'

ve the suite meant for our mating ceremony to this she-wolf, and you're drain

Darius's jaw clenched. "Ciara's wolf has gone feral.

ained by his enforcers,

rius taking off his expensive coat and draping it over Geneva's shoulde

nic now, I saw Darius s

eyes like a stormy sea. Clad in a tailored suit, his dominant Alpha aura fill

ff his suit jacket and tried to drape it over my shoulders. "Why do you look so p

ng his touch. I could smell Geneva's

ned, meeting my ic

ea that I ha

I wasn't feral, yet they locked me up for five day

cold tap water. Even the meager s

veloped a severe fever be

d my reputation as Luna. Fueled by Geneva's manipulative

at least a shred of remorse or heartache. But m

engulfed the Pack House. Geneva and I were both caught in the flames. I watched, paralyzed by despair and smoke, as Darius burst through the burning doors.

the fire herself, a final, ruthle

h in that fiery grave, he nev

ly raised my head. My eyes met his, and a

and your mistress. I don'

iming my freedom-and