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Alpha's Awakening: From Rejected Woman to Queen

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 789    |    Released on: Today at 17:30

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ntil the sun was a harsh

had all dried up over the last four years o

hollow shell,

phone

was a text message fr

stomach as I opened it. I knew, some

picture filled the screen.

a single l

acle. I'll be m

d silently on the thick rug, but the impact

eart and spread, a web of agony constricting my lungs. I ga

t emotional pai

rain si

s the ultimate betrayal, the bond itself turns

to keep from collapsing. My wolf, a part of me that had been

top in the bedside drawer. I needed to

t gossip website. It was a vile place I usua

d letters: "ALPHA AND HIS FORMER F

l table in a cafe. He was looking at her, his face alight with a tender,

d rested possessively

elow were a to

I'm glad the Alpha is fina

en useless for four years. It'

uching her stomach... co

was the damsel in distress, the returning true lo

, twisted the knife of

pery taste filled my mouth. I coughed, a wrac

down at

crimson blood sta

p, finally pierced t

nd he so carelessly abused. The pack doctors always warned that severe cases co

get to th

umb hovering over Bryson's contact. The instinct

e woman carrying his ch

ning echoed in my head.

action was small, but it f

e pack hospital'

didn't ask questions, he just listened to my ch

the ER

pull myself to my feet. Every

g with makeup. My face in the mirror was as

opulent prison I had called home for four years. It was f

t died in my eyes, replaced

keys from the b

't loo

taking me further away from him,

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Alpha's Awakening: From Rejected Woman to Queen
Alpha's Awakening: From Rejected Woman to Queen
“For four years, I was the unmarked, unloved fated mate of Alpha Bryson, enduring his coldness while silently acting as his obedient assistant. On the morning of our anniversary, he abandoned my bed without a second glance to rush to his old flame, Kelsey. Hours later, a text message shattered my world: an ultrasound photo of Kelsey's baby, with a note saying she was moving in. The ultimate betrayal triggered a severe bond-strain sickness, a toxic reaction tearing my body apart. I coughed up crimson blood, my lungs feeling like they were filled with shattered glass. Desperate and dying, I called Bryson on my way to the ER. "Stop with these pathetic games for attention. You're disappointing me," he sneered, before hanging up to gently comfort Kelsey in the background. I almost died alone on a cold, metal hospital table. Four years of my unwavering loyalty meant absolutely nothing to him, while the whole pack openly mocked me and cheered for his returning true love. The sacred mate bond wasn't a blessing from the Moon Goddess; it was a deadly cage killing me from the inside out. But surviving that agony gave me brutal clarity. I sent my resignation letter to his company, emptied my closet, and walked out of his mansion without looking back. I am going to perform the ancient, agonizing Rejection Ritual to sever this toxic bond forever. This time, I am choosing to live for myself.”