Ditching the Alpha for the Alpha King

When I came back to my senses, Alexander was already standing in front of me.

"What are you spacing out for?"

I lowered my eyes, instinctively murmuring an excuse. "It's nothing. The treatment just ended. I'm a little lightheaded. Sorry for disturbing you both. I'll be leaving now."

"Where to?"

Before I could step aside, he caught my wrist.

Lilith narrowed her eyes, hostility flashing beneath her innocent façade. Tugging lightly at his sleeve, she tilted her head and smiled sweetly.

"Lily," she said, her voice soft and sugar-coated, "thank you for the herbs. Without them, the pup and I would still be suffering."

Then she puckered her lips at Alexander and deliberately tilted her head, revealing the red marks scattered along her neck. When she noticed my gaze, she feigned shock, quickly pulling her collar closed and diving into his arms.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Lily. They're just mosquito bites."

Alexander slipped off his jacket to cover her shoulders, but his eyes darted toward me, watching, waiting for a reaction.

When he realized I wasn't even looking at them—my attention fixed on my phone instead—a surge of irritation darkened his face. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and sneered.

"Lily, we're standing in front of you. Have you no manners? You're just going to stare at your phone?"

His tone wavered slightly. "Who are you chatting with, anyway? You seem so happy. Mind introducing them to me?"

I sent the last message, locked the screen, and said, "An entertainment blogger. Look them up yourself."

My answer only deepened the furrow between his brows. His patience frayed; anger simmered just below the surface.

In a flash, before I could react, he snatched the phone from my hand.

"The passcode," he demanded.

"The date you promised to hold our marking ceremony."

He tried every combination he could think of. By the time his guards arrived with the car, the phone had automatically locked. He never cracked it.

Without another word, he returned the phone and pulled me into the vehicle.

The ride was silent, broken only by Lilith's soft whining and endless cooing.

Once we reached the estate, Alexander carried her inside and laid her on the sofa. At the door, he turned back briefly.

"Buy out the herbs at the neighboring auction," he told his guards. "Deliver them to Lily's room."

I entered the hall at an unhurried pace, scanning for my luggage. The maid gave me a strained smile and pointed toward the reeking drainage ditch.

My suitcase half-floated in the filthy water, stinking beyond description.

I retrieved it, cleaned it off, and prepared to leave—only to find Lilith blocking the doorway.

"Lily," she said mockingly, "you really picked that up? It's filthy. Then again, you've always liked playing with dirty things, haven't you? Why else would you still be clinging to Alexander?"

Her smile widened cruelly.

"Oh wait, I almost forgot—your brother, the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, can't… perform anymore, right? No wonder you're desperate to keep Alexander for yourself."

As she spoke, she pulled something from her bag—a necklace strung with wolf fangs.

"When Alexander said you needed herbs for your recovery, your brother didn't even hesitate before ripping out his own fangs. I suppose he's drinking broth for life now."

That was the last straw.

I tore the necklace from her hand and slapped her—once, twice, hard enough to sting my palm.

Lilith's smile twisted. She pressed a hidden button.

A sharp blast followed—windows shattered, flames roared to life. The explosion tore through the room, heat searing the air.

The wolfsbane inside me surged violently. I couldn't shift, couldn't move. Smoke filled my lungs as I collapsed, barely conscious.

Then came hurried footsteps—Alexander's voice, raw and panicked. "Lily! Where are you?"

The fire alarm blared. His men tried to hold him back.

"Alpha, the rescue team is on their way! You're still injured. You can't go in!"

"Out of my way!"

He shifted mid-step, fur rippling across his skin, and leapt into the burning house. He found us both amid the flames—scooped us into his arms, ready to carry us out.

Then Lilith screamed, "Alexander! My stomach… it hurts!"

In an instant, he stopped. Adjusting his hold, he secured her gently, shielding her belly as he rushed her to safety.

Half an hour later, once the medics confirmed Lilith and the pup were fine, he finally remembered me. But by then, the firefighters had scoured every corner of the estate. There was no sign of me.

…

At Moonlight Manor, I handed the evidence of the explosion—every trace of Lilith's sabotage—to my lawyer.

My phone buzzed and then went black as Edgar forcibly powered it down. He arched an eyebrow, his emerald eyes glinting with quiet amusement as he steered me toward the treatment chamber.

"Leave everything to me," he said. "Focus on healing."

I slipped the SIM card from my phone and tossed it into the trash. "All right."

"Alexander, from this moment on, you and I are done." I said to myself.