Bye, Beta Boyfriend

For seven years, I took medicine to suppress my Alpha bloodline, all to protect the fragile pride of my Beta boyfriend, Liam.

On the night of our anniversary, he chose not to show up. He was with a Highborn she-wolf he had only just met. He believed I was nothing more than an ordinary Omega in the pack, someone he could discard at will and win back with gifts. He claimed my bloodline could never compare to hers.

Liam never knew the truth. I carried the purest Alpha bloodline because I was a Moonborn.

When he finally realized what he had lost and came begging for me to return, it was all too late. My new Alpha mate was standing by my side, shielding me from Liam.

His betrayal ended our story, but my true beginning had only just unfolded.

My mate and I had been together for seven years, but on our anniversary, he left me behind for a she-wolf of the pack. He did not know that the strongest bloodline of the pack was right beside him, and he would pay dearly for that.

"Where are you, Liam?" I asked.

I stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the strap of my deep blue gown.

It was the Full Moon Gala that night, and it was also our anniversary.

Mates who were together for years would exchange insignias as a symbol of belonging, and a vow of eternal love.

I had prepared everything, including the anniversary ceremony and the candlelit dinner.

There was only loud music coming from the phone.

"Lyrik? Sorry, it's too noisy here. I might run a little late," said Liam, sounding distant.

"A little late? Liam, we agreed on seven o'clock. It's now eight-thirty," I said while gripping my phone.

"I know, but Seraphina needed my help," he said.

I hung up.

Seraphina was a Highborn she-wolf he had only met a month ago.

He mentioned her often recently, and his eyes would always have a shine of excitement I had never seen before.

My phone buzzed again. My friend, Maya, sent me a screenshot from social media.

Liam was in the photo, in the middle of the gala, and he had a refined platinum insignia around his neck.

It was not the minimalistic design we had agreed to choose together, but a lavish Highborn style.

Seraphina stood by his side, and she was beaming. Her delicate fingers brushed against the insignia on his chest.

That was supposed to be my seventh-year anniversary gift.

I stared at the photo and felt strangely calm. I had no anger and no jealousy, only a sharp clarity that felt like release.

My phone rang again.

"Lyrik, don't misunderstand. I'm only helping Seraphina settle in. You know she just returned from Europe," he said impatiently.

"Let's break up," I replied.

There was a pause on the line before he let out a laugh.

"What?"

Then, he said, "Don't be ridiculous, Lyrik. You've known me long enough."

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