lphas Second Choice novel Chapter 21

Chapter 4

Before Wesley and I formally dissolved our mate bond, I truly did lose control.

I filmed them entangled together, printed stacks of flyers, stamped them with titles, dates, and locations, and

mailed every single one to every member of the pack.

Banners exposing their affair filled the streets outside his office building, more appearing every day.

I reported Kayla for “behavior unbecoming of a she–wolf,” and the Werewolf Academy forum exploded.

At her graduation ceremony, I hired someone to project our old videos, ones of the three of us back when we

were inseparable on a giant loop across the main screen.

Every precious memory I once held became ammunition I fired back at them.

But Wesley still shielded her with everything he had.

Kayla graduated smoothly from the top werewolf art academy in the country.

She was even preparing for her own exhibition.

Only when he saw I was ready to escalate again did he truly look at me–his voice cold, the way an Alpha

reprimanded subordinates.

“Kayla’s dream is finally within reach. What happened between us is over. Stop trying to ruin her.”

My eyes burned with rage. “Ruin? I’m ready. On the day of the exhibition, plenty of people will be very

interested.”

Wesley suddenly slammed a folder in front of me.

“Sign it.”

His voice cut through the room.

“If you don’t want your mother’s grave relocated, then stop.”

That grave’s purchase and registration, he had handled everything after my breakdown. One order from him

and even my mother’s death wouldn’t be left in peace.

I hurled a cup of coffee into his face, then spent the entire night curled against my mother’s tombstone,

crying myself to sleep.

The next day, I still went to the Pack Council. The result was worse than I expected. Wesley gave me only an

old house that had belonged to his family.

“You reported Stormhowl Group for financial fraud,” he said. “Most assets are frozen. This is all I can give

you. If Kayla hadn’t begged on your behalf, you wouldn’t even have this.”

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To me, he was a boy trapped by fate, tarnished, helpless, a young wolf who wanted to be saved.

Before I left, I even asked Kayla to look after him.

She had done a beautiful job. She cooked in our new home with practiced ease, five dishes and a soup plated

perfectly, even satisfying werewolves‘ impossible sense of smell.

I was genuinely grateful.

That year, the three of us had never been closer.

Wesley treated me better and better. With his first big paycheck, he bought the gemstone bracelet I had

wanted for ages.

On my birthday, he lit up the entire city with fireworks. During my cycle days, he canceled every meeting and

worked from home beside me.

Why would I have doubted him? Back then, I believed he loved me… deeper than he loved his own life.

Until that day. I had gone to his private office inside the pack compound.

The office’s hidden side door stood half open, and through it came breaths, quick, ragged, unmistakably the

sound of werewolves entwined.

I froze. My hand pushed the door wider. My wolf’s fur bristled instantly.

Inside, two naked bodies were tangled together.

A broken gasp escaped me.

Wesley reacted fast, instinctively shielding the she–wolf beneath him. That single movement cut deeper than

any words.

“Who told you to come in?!” he roared. “Get out!”

I snapped. I grabbed whatever I could reach and hurled it at them.

Shattering glass, overturned furniture, and my own sobs filled the room.

Blood trickled down Wesley’s temple from where something hit him, but he still curled his body protectively around the Omega in his arms.

I destroyed the entire room but never once dared get close to that bed.

The bed that had once belonged to the two people I loved and trusted most.

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My whole body trembled as I tried to steady myself. “Kayla–look at me.”

She knelt on the mattress, clutching the sheet around her, crying like a terrified fawn cornered by hunters.

“Lauren, I’m sorry… We shouldn’t have… but we already fell in love. Please… let us be together.”

She looked just like she had years ago, cornered in that alley by a pack of Rogues.

Back then, I fought them off for her and spent months afraid to walk home alone. I handed her my wedding bouquet with my own hands and told her I hoped she’d find happiness.

And now she sat in my mate’s arms asking me to bless them.

Tears fell. My voice cracked like splintered glass. “When did it start?”

She trembled, unable to speak. But a cold, steady voice answered for her.

“Does it matter? Are you done?” Wesley said. “This is the office, not your home.”

“Does it not matter?!” I screamed. “Wesley! How does this not matter?!”

He stood there naked, looking at me with a calmness that made my skin crawl.

“Matter?” he repeated. “Fine. I’ll tell you.”

“Last March. When you abandoned me and ran off to the Southern Tribe, that’s when we got together.”

“I didn’t hide it on purpose. You had just lost your mother. I didn’t want to push you over the edge, so I kept the relationship going.”

“Kayla has suffered a lot. I won’t let her be afraid anymore. I planned to tell you after your mother’s death anniversary. But now that you’ve seen it, let’s settle it.”

“Let’s break our bond. You can have whatever you want. I only want Kayla.”

Only in that moment did I truly understand.

The day I took Wesley’s side and pushed my mother away…

That slap I gave her had been heavier than I ever understood.

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