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The Wife He Gave Away Became the Alpha's Only Weakness

Chapter 2 THE MONSTER'S HOUSE

Word Count: 847    |    Released on: 02/10/2026

sleep.

as a guest room. That clean laundry sharp smell again. I kept turning over and

the left. Show

It was brown then grey then clear. My shampoo was still in my bag. My cheap one from the drugstore. His shower h

stairs. Exactly where I left them. He didn'

ould be loud, right? Growling and chains or someth

. My socks were still wet.

same dark grey t-shirt. With a mug. Not drinking. Just holding it

hen I came in. H

't sleep,

back. My voice still sounded

d. Almost. "I d

t. S

ere else to stand. My hair was dripping on his

aid, nodding to the

h growled really loud. Like emb

e just got up and

et. For a big g

er. And an apple. He sliced the apple with a knife that lo

le slicing. Like he remembered

way over. The guards kept saying - they

for half a seco

I don't know why I asked tha

toward me. Not too c

you,"

shaking again. That teeth-cl

It tasted like nothing. T

ll. Rude. But I didn't care. "You didn't have to. Y

Too heavy. Like he was trying to memorize my fa

"Your ex. He offered. I said no. He left you anyway. In

e it was a bad word

. "A lot of p

lot of peop

ding.

eese and apple between

counter. He glanced at it. His

said before I c

ght away. He turned

n go back upstairs. Lock the door if you

s mug. Still full.

," I

sto

the... for the b

r carrying my bag. L

shoulder. Same as last ni

said. "You haven't seen w

g me with the apple slices and the too-sharp

ices. Even though

in. Let my ex see me eating in this mons

elong her

in the mud a

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The Wife He Gave Away Became the Alpha's Only Weakness
The Wife He Gave Away Became the Alpha's Only Weakness
“The cold salt from my own sleeve still crusted on my cheek when he handed me across the threshold, trading me like a sack of damp grain to men who smelled of stale tobacco and swamp water. I remember the grit of the floorboards under my bare knees after the door slammed shut. I remember the sound of boots retreating down the gravel path, heavy and unhurried, as if the man who called himself my husband hadn't just left me to rot in the outer districts. They thought I was currency. They thought a discarded wife from the southern packs would arrive broken, shivering, and ready to sweep ash from a hearth that wasn't hers. Instead, I sat on the edge of a cot that smelled of old wood and wolf pelt, listening to the silence of my new cage. It didn't take long for the house to shift. The guards stopped looking through me and started watching the way my hand hovered over the iron latch. And then came the new Alpha-the one they said tore rival packs apart with his bare teeth. When he walked into the low-ceilinged kitchen, his coat wet with rain, his eyes didn't pass over me as an afterthought. They locked onto mine with a sharp, heavy focus that felt less like ownership and more like a trap snapping shut on the wrong foot. He thinks he inherited a ghost to keep his hearth warm. He hasn't noticed yet that the knife I hid under the mattress is still sharp.”