The Alpha's Betrayal: A Luna's Second Chance at Vengeance
Chapter 2
“Tessa Kelley! What on earth did you just say? Would you dare repeat that?” Chance Edwards’ voice boomed, his alpha tone lashing out like a whip, the weight of his authority pressing down on me.
Saoirse Hoffman stepped forward, her delicate hands resting on Chance’s arm, her scent—vanilla and something sickly sweet—filling the space between us. “Alpha Chance, I’m sure you’re mistaken. Tessa wouldn’t leave you; she’s not like that.”
Chance’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but his gaze remained cold, his amber eyes flickering with disdain. “I’ll be staying with Saoirse for a few days. I’ll come back when you’re ready to talk.”
I said nothing, my wolf whimpering softly in the back of my mind as I watched them leave. As soon as they were gone, I began packing, my movements sharp and decisive. I contacted the landlord and canceled the lease, my mind already racing ahead to what I needed to do next.
Standing at my parents’ front door, a wave of nostalgia hit me hard, making my nose tingle. Since I mated with Chance, I had hardly reached out to them, too caught up in the illusion of our bond. Yet they continued to support me from afar, even at the risk of their own lives. As I approached the door, I heard a familiar voice.
“I’ve told you countless times, dress warmly to avoid catching a cold. You’re not a pup anymore,” my father’s voice was a mix of exasperation and affection, his deep timbre soothing the ache in my chest.
“Tessa loves fish more than anything. I’ll run to the market to get some for her,” my father’s loving tone continued, and I could almost see the soft smile on his face.
I blinked hard, yet the swelling sadness in my heart couldn’t be stifled. From the moment my father met Chance, he was against our union. He had even locked me in my room to keep us apart. In the end, I climbed over the wall and ran away, taking the family register to mate with Chance, even swearing I would cut ties with my parents.
Before I mated with Chance, my father had given me most of the family assets, hoping only for my happiness. In my past life, when Chance locked me in a room to be tormented, I heard my father pounding on the door outside, my mother crying and begging Chance to let me go. But he drowned them both, right in front of my eyes.
The guilt overwhelmed me. I had no right to call myself their daughter.
I turned away quickly, leaving, only to see a few familiar faces at the corner café. I smirked, ready to walk past quickly, when someone called out to me:
“Hey, isn’t that Tessa!”
“Have you eaten, Tessa? Since you’re here, why not pick up our tab?”
Laughter erupted from the tables nearby. I tried to ignore it, but then I saw Chance pull out a checkbook, his expression smug.
“Stingy woman. Here, today’s on me, let’s drink till we drop!” Chance beckoned me over with a frown, his alpha tone sharp and commanding.
“Why are you just standing there? Go to the kitchen and bring out the food, pour drinks for the guys. Can’t you see what needs to be done?”
Seeing the checkbook in his hand, anger surged through me. It contained all my savings; I couldn’t let Chance waste my money on his whims. With that thought, I turned decisively and headed straight into the smoky kitchen, my wolf growling softly in agreement.
