Chapter 3
“I think I need to kill her father, that weak
Alpha,” Jason’s voice was unnervingly calm.
“After that, I can take care of her.”
My body instantly turned to ice.
I stood just outside his office door, every breath caught in my throat.
I didn’t dare move, completely frozen in place.
I clutched my bag so tightly that I felt the strap about to snap.
He wasn’t joking, nor was he angry.
Every word he said was true.
I had thought his cruelty had reached its peak.
But his smile grew more arrogant, his voice icy cold.
“She’s so fucking stupid. She actually thought I was the savior of her pack. Look at me,”
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he sneered, “in reality, I’ve always been the invader. I’m the reason her family was.
destroyed.”
My legs went weak, and I had to lean against. the wall to keep myself from collapsing.
He continued, his voice low but filled with
triumph, “Our two packs were once rivals, remember? During those merger negotiations, everyone thought it was a win-win. But she didn’t notice, too busy in her own little
world, ignoring the pack’s council meetings, pretending that these matters didn’t concern
her.”
I recalled.
I remembered the rumors about our pack collaborating with his.
I had seen Jason at a corporate charity gala
once, and even then, he exuded a dangerous.
aura.
But I didn’t care about IronWolfPack’s politics; I left those matters to my father.
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He always said he would protect me, keep me away from that world.
Until he could no longer protect me.
“Her father never saw it coming,” Jason laughed coldly, “I orchestrated the whole thing, the investors’ collapse, everything. When that old Alpha fell into a coma, all I had to do was play the hero.”
Bianca chuckled softly, “Now she thinks you’re her only lifeline.”
“Exactly,” Jason replied, “But now? I don’t need her anymore. I have everything. Their territory, their business. Her father’s treatment was just a bargaining chip until I secured those final
investors.”
Bianca’s voice dropped, “What if she finds out the truth?”
Jason sneered, “Even if she finds out, it’s too late. I’ve already won. IronWolfPack is mine, and her father is practically mine as well. What could she possibly do?”
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“What about me?” Bianca sounded a bit
irritated, “Why not sever the mate bond and marry me? Our son is growing up; don’t you want people to know he has a father?”
Jason kissed her, “Relax, baby, be patient at little longer. Once I finalize the agreements with these investors, I’ll get rid of her. I still need her name-right now, these investors need
to believe in her and her father. They are the
only ones defending that old Alpha after the scandal. But once they sign the contracts…”
He didn’t need to finish his sentence.
They laughed heartily.
At that moment, I shed no tears, felt no anger,
only emptiness.
I had given him five years of my time, loyalty, silence, sacrifice, and marriage-all of it was never love, never real.
I was just part of his long-term deception, a pawn in his game.
I stepped away from the door, feeling hollow
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inside. I would never cry again.
Later that afternoon, I visited my father.
I sat by his bedside, gently holding his hand, whispering, “I’m sorry, dad… I should have. listened to the pack council’s advice. I should have asked you more questions. If I had, maybe you wouldn’t be lying here. Maybe I could have. stopped all this from happening.”
His chest rose and fell steadily, breathing, peacefully.
“I will make this right,” I promised. “Even if I have to destroy everything to do it.”
As if on cue, my phone vibrated.
A text from Tristan.
“Everything is prepared for your father and all your arrangements. See you in three days. Bella, you are finally mine, and I will never let
you go.”
Tristan. My fiercest rival during Alpha training. Ruthless, intelligent, and deeply infatuated
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pter
with me.
I had called him in desperation a week ago.
He had always told me that one day I would
need him.
And now I truly did.
Returning home, I still felt as if I were wandering through a nightmare.
But the nightmare wasn’t over.
Because there, in the living room, was Bianca with a pup. A little boy, about three years old, running around the house as if it were his own.
This wasn’t the first time I had seen him.
Bianca had once brought him over, saying,
“This is a friend’s pup; I need to watch him for a few days.”
And Jason… he had started making me buy baby gifts over a year ago.
“For a client,” he had said. “I need to make a
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good impression on his son.”
I believed him.
By the Moon Goddess, I was such a fool.
Bianca had left the pack three years after we mated, and when she returned, she never mentioned where she had gone, and I didn’t
ask.
I trusted her.
Now I knew she had been carrying his pup.
And I had been buying gifts for their son all
along.
I was still lost in thought when the little boy ran down the hallway, crashing into the altar in the center of the living room.
The urn fell.
My mother’s urn.
It shattered.
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My scream echoed through the entire house. “What did you just do?!”
The pup stared at me, confused, then began to
cry.
He ran towards the stairs.
“Wait-no!”
I didn’t reach him in time, and his foot slipped.
He tumbled down, his tiny body hitting the wooden stairs with heartbreaking thuds.
Everything fell silent.
I held my breath, staring helplessly at the shattered urn… and the motionless pup at the bottom of the stairs.
