Chapter 5
I didn’t know what to expect when I returned to the Alpha Estate, but I certainly didn’t imagine
this.
The house was brimming with activity; construction workers were busy hammering nails, painting walls, and rearranging furniture. The hallway was filled with the smell of paint and sawdust, and the entrance was cluttered
with boxes-my boxes.
My belongings, tossed out like garbage.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked, my voice stiff, already sensing I wouldn’t like the answer.
Jason appeared at the top of the stairs, sleeves rolled up, assuming the role of a settled family
man.
“We’re redoing your room,” he said matter-of-factly. “Robert needs the space. He and Bianca will be moving in-temporarily.”
My heart twisted painfully. “What did you say?”
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“Honestly,” he continued, sauntering down the stairs, “this is all your fault. You hurt Robert. So the least you can do is make room for him. Make amends, be grateful Bianca didn’t sue you for harming Robert.”
My wolf wanted to roar, to lash out, to toss all the rage back at his self-satisfied face. But we
didn’t.
I just stood there like a silent sponge, absorbing this fresh blow.
I wouldn’t let him see me crumble again.
“I need you to sign something,” I said calmly, handing him a folder.
He raised an eyebrow. “Can’t it wait? I’m busy not working in the house.”
“It’s for tomorrow’s investment meeting,” I said steadily. “It’s urgent.”
He barely glanced at the contents, signing his name without a second thought.
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“You’d better ensure everything goes according to plan, or I swear I’ll halt your father’s medication.”
I didn’t respond.
He was unaware that my father had already been transferred to Tristan’s pack hospital, escaping Jason’s control forever.
Just then, Bianca’s voice rang out from the kitchen, carrying shopping bags inside.
“Sweetheart, oh, I mean, Jason, I bought everything! Even got Robert’s favorite snacks,
and yours too!”
Jason’s attention shifted back to me. “Cook.
Make dinner for us and Robert.”
I blinked. “I still need to prepare those reports. You said it was urgent—”
“I don’t care,” he cut me off sharply. “I told you
to cook. Be good to Robert. You owe him. You’re his maid now.”
This place had ceased to be a safe haven.
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It had become a prison-a prison built from betrayal and continuously decorated with my
suffering.
Nonetheless, I headed to the kitchen, dragging my feet as I began to wash the vegetables and silently chop them.
Just then, I felt a sting.
Salt splashed onto my face, burning my eyes.
“Get out!” Robert roared behind me. “You don’t belong here! You bitch!”
I stumbled backward, gasping, blinking away the stinging salt.
“Robert!” I exclaimed, more in shock than
anger.
But then I heard laughter.
Bianca.
She was leaning against the counter, her face
twisted with a malevolent grin.
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“See?” she said in her syrupy tone. “Even the pup doesn’t want you here. So, when will you finally leave?”
I gave her no reaction, simply wiping my face clean, murmuring, “Don’t worry, I won’t be here for much longer. You’ll never see me again.”
“Wonderful,” she said gleefully. “Oh, by the way… I donated the remainder of your things. Really couldn’t stand them taking up space in our home. Most of them have already been burned.”
There was no facade now.
No fake sympathy.
No passive-aggressive smiles.
For the first time, Bianca wasn’t attempting to hide her wickedness, admitting it outright with pride.
And I could only stand there, dumbstruck.
I remembered not long ago how I’d phone
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her in the dead of night, pouring out my heart about Jason’s distance and coldness. She
would listen, telling me that he was probably just under a lot of stress. Business for an Alpha was complex.
I shared everything with her. Trusted her.
I remembered offering her my confidences while she sat beside me, speaking words of comfort… all the while stealing him away.
Maybe it was my fault.
Maybe it all fell apart the moment I brought her into our lives, into his work.
I thought I was helping her, praising her intelligence, capability, loyalty, persuading Jason to give her a consulting position.
And she repaid me with betrayal.
Stiffly, I asked, “My things?”
She nodded unflinchingly. “Yes. You can check if
you want-maybe you’ll catch the flames.”
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I bolted outside.
Rushing through the back door, I came to the
barren backyard where a large metal dumpster was billowing smoke.
I stifled my tears as I drew closer.
My clothes. My journals. My framed photos. All
gone.
In the midst of the scorched and damaged debris lay the family heirloom necklace my mother had given me before she passed away.
Its clasp had melted halfway, the sapphire centerpiece reduced to shimmering shards.
I fell to my knees.
The necklace was the only thing she left me. The last piece that held her scent, her love.
And Bianca had destroyed it without hesitation.
I rose slowly, breathing hard.
Then I walked back into the house.
Bianca was there, laughing at something Jason had said. She turned to me with her perfect, mocking smile.
But before she could utter a word-
I slapped her across the face.
