From Beggar to Ex-Mate: I Dumped the Alpha

In the frosty embrace of the winter night, under the baleful gaze of the blood - red moon, I, a lowly soul once cherished by the fearsome Alpha Alex Hilton, the rabid prince of werewolf packs, now found myself in the most harrowing of circumstances.

Ten years ago, his favoritism towards me, a mere street urchin, had been the talk of the pack.

When my heart yearned for the flute, he callously canceled billion - dollar deals, leaving pack matters in disarray as he whisked me away across the vast oceans.

He live - streamed for 365 consecutive days, a grand and unprecedented gesture, to propose to me. Diamonds rained down upon me like confetti, and he endured three excruciating days of ancestral punishment in the sacred family shrine, defying the strict rules of status, all to make me his mate. His love was all - consuming, a wildfire that burned bright and fierce.​

But now, the very man who had once crowned me his princess, adorned me with his mark on my neck that now felt like a searing brand, had reduced me to a shivering figure kneeling in the snow.

I was clad only in a flimsy nightgown, the icy wind howling around me.

All because he believed I had driven away Susan Charles, the mistress he'd known for a paltry three months.

His eyes, once filled with warmth and adoration for me, now glowed with a menacing amber hue.​

"Baby, what did you say to Susan?" he drawled, sitting nonchalantly by the crackling hearth.

The flames cast an eerie glow on his face, highlighting the sharpness of his features and the coldness in his eyes.

He swirled the wine in his glass, the rich red liquid sloshing against the crystal, a stark contrast to the warmth of the fire and the chill in my bones.​

My teeth chattered violently.

Yet, I managed to choke out, "Alpha Alex, I've never even met Susan Charles."​

His lips curled into a smile that sent a shiver down my spine.

"You're not being good, baby." With a snap of his fingers, a command that sent a wave of fear through the room, a guard promptly handed him a phone.​

On the screen, my brother convulsed in his hospital bed.

Someone had callously pulled his ventilator, and his face was turning a terrifying shade of purple. The sight was too much to bear.

"He's my only family!" I lunged forward, desperate, and clutched at his legs.

Tears streamed down my face, splattering onto his polished shoes, as if my tears could wash away this nightmare.

"Believe me, I said nothing!"​

He crouched down, like a wolf stalking its prey.

He reached out to wipe my tears, but his fingertips were as cold as ice.

"I told you, Susan matters to me too."

His index finger tapped the screen's countdown, a ticking time bomb hanging over my head.

"Be good. You have fifty seconds. Oxygen - deprived wolf don't last two minutes."​

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