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

Chapter 5 THE TEXT

Word Count: 1489    |    Released on: 02/10/2026

d at it until the screen went black a

ing house with a monster? He'll get

use that was always cold and his mother's

Like he was actually hungry now. Mara was pretending not to wa

low, so only I could he

ble, burning hot. I shoved it deeper into the

" I sa

he leaned a little closer and said, "You don't ha

t like he knew

r table. The buzzcut kid kept looking over. I could feel Kael g

women who needed help with the big pot. I stood there in my green dress and new warm socks a

want to go back? Or you want to stay? T

e was quiet. This hall was to

," I

watched us leave. I could feel it on my back, all those eyes

. I walked careful so I wouldn't slip. Kael walked slow, matching me. He always does th

my phone buzzed again. An

iddle of the path.

lf, angry. I pulled the phone out. Old crack

be stup

ple. You know

re my

? Present tense? He

t dropped it in the frozen mud. That

't grab the phone. He just

. "He says you kill people and I'm... I'm his wife and I sho

g. Words fall

ook he gets when someone else does something

," he said. Not an

ck. Then held it out again. God, why am I so

ngers brushed mine. Warm.

the three texts. His jaw did t

mbs on my small cracked screen. Then he turned the phon

ded it

" I asked, clutchi

will come to his border myself and we can discuss property laws," Kael sa

Busy doing what? Eating

shoved the dead phone deep

id after a bit. The house lights w

w," he

mad that lasts days. The kind where he doesn't yell,

aid it so simple, like mad didn't mat

vered with foil. For later, maybe. I took off my shoes at the door. My warm socks had l

same as last night, holdin

e said. An

lpha who rips throats before breakfas

being here," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "They are not used to me... bringing someo

people stop talking just by sayin

nd I meant it a little

dded. Then, "The dress... it r

me. His ears went a little red. I saw it. Big

," I said. "And the s

"Yeah, I noticed. Your so

this. I kept thinking about the burner phone still upstairs on my dresser, unto

I'm just a woman in a green dress with warm socks

." he started, trailing off. "I can go

ay down here. I'm gonna... I'm gonna go change but I'll come ba

shoulders dropp

said. "I'

as expensive even though it was just paper bag dress. Put his big t-shirt back on. The

s time, not the kitchen island. He had a blanket. And he ha

. Just a

Not touching. Space be

ept for the fridge humm

, on the dresser next to the b

ay, I thought again, but this time it was

lanket up. It

is big socked foot, was kind of angled toward mine under the blanket.

s were warm from the car engine, I

ing about how wa

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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.”