Be Alpha's Mate Again?Chapter 1: It's Over With Alpha
The cold air of the night was clinging to my skin even though it should be a warm night to celebrate my coming of age.
Desar had promised he would be home early to celebrate. I’d spent all day preparing—dinner ready, a small cake waiting, candles, everything set. So when he called around noon to say he’d be “a little late” because of an “unexpected engagement,” I let myself believe him. After all, he’d said it with that calm, detached tone he always used, the one that kept his distance even from me, his mate.
When the sky turned dark, he still hadn’t returned. I decided to check my messages and noticed a notification. A video had been uploaded by someone in the pack, tagged innocently enough, and I clicked out of idle curiosity. But then, my world tipped sideways.
There he was—Desar, laughing and setting off fireworks with Elize, the previous Alpha’s daughter, and his so-called childhood friend. His expression was alive, a look of warmth I’d never seen directed at me. He wore a carefree smile as he looked down at her, eyes softened with tenderness. My heart clenched as I watched the fireworks reflect in his eyes, bright and full of life. I’d convinced myself Desar just wasn’t the type to show emotion like that; he was distant because he was… reserved, maybe. But no, that side of him was there—it just wasn’t for me.
As the cheers in the video rose around them, I realized how foolish I’d been. I sat in the quiet of his empty apartment, the cake sitting untouched on the table. The flickering candles I’d set up earlier suddenly looked dim, and the evening I’d so carefully prepared felt pointless.
I took a deep breath and dialed his number. Desar picked up after a few rings, his voice cold and clipped. “What is it?”
There was laughter in the background and the faint sound of a firework bursting. I held back a shudder, and after a long silence, I said, “Where are you?”
“Just finishing up at the office. Is this important?” he replied, his tone casual, even a bit annoyed.
He wasn’t even trying to lie convincingly. The ease in his voice confirmed what I already knew. I felt a bitterness rise in me as I looked at the video again.
“Let’s break up,” I said, my voice firm and even.
He scoffed, dismissive. “You’re being dramatic again, Maisie.”