Alpha Took Off My Wedding Dress for His Mistress

"Micheal." The air was thick with tension, our standoff silent but charged. My wolf, restless inside me, paced in my mind, ears pinned back. Then, the door swung open. Becky stepped in, her long hair cascading over her frail shoulders, her lips trembling as crystalline tears shimmered in her wide, doe-like eyes. She looked like the Moon Goddess herself had personally crafted her to inspire pity. Her voice was soft, weak, as if merely speaking was draining the life from her. "Don’t fight with Judy because of me," she murmured. "It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have... shouldn’t have gotten sick and then clung to life instead of just... dying right away..." I blinked. Did she really just say that? Micheal gently covered her mouth, like she was the most precious thing in the world. His eyes were brimming with so much raw tenderness . "Don’t be afraid," he said, voice low, soothing. "No matter what happens today, no one will stop me from granting your wish." A growl rumbl

Even after sitting in Alpha Halbert’s car, my mind was still spinning like a rogue whirlwind. His scent—clean, crisp, laced with a hint of pine and dominance—filled the enclosed space, stirring something deep in my chest. I shook it off. No distractions. "Spill it. What do you want?" There was no way a powerful Alpha like Halbert helped me out of sheer goodwill. There had to be an angle. To my surprise, he simply sighed and pulled the car smoothly onto the road. Minutes later, we stopped in front of a boxing gym. I blinked. What? "You want me to be your punching bag?" I asked, arms crossed, as he stepped out and tossed me a gym bag. Halbert had already changed into a fitted workout set, and I hated that I noticed how well it hugged his broad shoulders, his narrow waist—how his muscles flexed with every movement. I looked away. Nope. Not going there. "What? Afraid?" His deep voice carried an unmistakable challenge. I strapped on the gloves without hesitation. The

"Huh?" I stood there, rooted to the spot, my mind racing. I knew Alpha Halbert. Somewhere, deep in the buried corners of my memory, something about him felt… familiar. But no matter how hard I grasped for it, the memory remained just out of reach, like mist slipping through my fingers. Noticing my reaction, the light in Halbert’s golden eyes dimmed, his usual confidence fracturing just enough to reveal something deeper—a wound left unhealed. "Tell me." I reached for him before I could stop myself, gripping his forearm. His skin was warm, almost feverish beneath my fingertips. "Maybe if you say something, I’ll remember." For a moment, his wolf stirred beneath the surface, a faint flicker of hope flashing across his face. His lips parted—only for him to clench his jaw shut again. Then, with a conflicted shake of his head, he stepped back, severing the connection between us. "Forget it," he muttered, voice hoarse. "It’s better for you this way." Better? My wolf bristled at t

"The milk is warm, so be careful when drinking it." Morning came too soon. My eyes were swollen from crying, my head felt like it had been trampled by a rogue pack, and my heart—well, my heart was just plain confused. I dragged myself out of bed, expecting the usual emptiness, only to find breakfast already laid out in the living room. The scent of fresh-baked bread and warm milk wrapped around me, cozy and unexpected. A note sat beside the plate, ink still fresh, the elegant handwriting unmistakable. Alpha Halbert’s scent clung to the paper—a mix of pinewood,Mint. Even the graceful strokes of his letters seemed to carry his composed, ever-reliable presence. I picked up the sandwich, chewing absentmindedly as I stared at my phone. Should I text him? Last night’s words replayed in my head. "Alpha Micheal mustn’t see me coming to you." A strange feeling curled in my chest. If Alpha Halbert had admitted to being my savior that night… why had he never told me before? Had

With the evidence secured, I was ready to call the Enforcer Pack—the werewolf version of the police.But before that, I decided to pay Becky a little visit.At that moment, she was livestreaming, shamelessly riding the popularity of the wedding fiasco to sell products. Her voice was as fake as her crocodile tears, oozing false regret while pushing overpriced skincare.Without a word, I marched in and yanked the power cord straight out of the wall.The screen went black.Becky let out a shriek so high-pitched that my wolf flinched. "Are you insane?! Can’t you see I’m live?!""Oh no, no, you’ve got the wrong person," I said sweetly, leaning against the table. "You’re the crazy one here. How could I possibly compete with you for that title?""You’re cursing me now?" she spat."Not at all," I cooed. "I mean, weren’t you the one who claimed you had a terminal illness? So tragic, so heartbreaking. And yet—" I made a show of looking her up and down. "Wow. For someone on death’s doorstep, you