Ditching My AlphaChapter 1
When I went to pick up my bonding pearls, I discovered that there were two custom-made sets waiting for me. One set was mine, a symbol of my connection to Braxton Cole, my fiancé, while the other set was for Lila Darrow, my sister. She was a young wolf, just starting her journey in the pack, and I thought she was happy for me.
I felt a lump in my throat as I took the pearls. The bonding pearls were not just pieces of jewelry; they were a representation of our souls intertwined, blessed by the goddess of our kind. I was supposed to feel excited, but instead, dread washed over me. I decided to confront Braxton about it, but when I approached him, I overheard him talking on the phone.
“Please help me buy a house for Lila in your name. Don't let Calla find out,” he said, his voice low and tense, laced with urgency.
My heart sank. I couldn’t hear the reply, but the disappointment crushed me. How could he betray me like this? When I finally asked him about it, his words shattered my heart.
“I love her. I can’t give up Lila,” he admitted, his gaze avoiding mine.
In that moment, I felt the world tilt. I had to let him go. I had to let them be together.
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After discovering there were two identical sets of blessed pearls, it felt like my heart was being stabbed repeatedly. I had designed my set with care, embedding symbols of our wolves and the date we met into the elegant pieces. The inner part of each pearl held our names, something I thought was special between us. Now, to find out that Lila had the same set? It made me feel foolish.
I bitterly smiled as I put their set back down. How could I have been so blind? I turned away, walking out of the shop, and tossed my own pearls into a trash can. I was done with them. The cool breeze hit my face, bringing some clarity to my confused mind.
Just as I was about to call Braxton and demand answers, I saw a message from him. “I’m waiting for you at the Silver Moon Inn,” it read. I hesitated but eventually made my way there, unease gnawing at my stomach.
When I arrived, I followed the waiter’s instructions to find him. He stood by the window, his back to me, still on the phone.
“Please help me buy a house for Lila in your name,” he repeated, his voice tense. “I can’t let Calla find out.”