My Alpha Will Never Learn to Be Loya

The wolf in me didn't sleep much anymore.Not since the mate bond started fraying.Still, I tried to fake it. I really did. Eyes shut, breathing slow, my inner wolf curled tight like a pup in the corner of my mind. But when the mattress dipped and a familiar warmth pressed against my back, I knew the jig was up.Arms slid around my waist, and Alpha Martin—my so-called mate, the one who used to make my wolf purr—nuzzled my hair like everything was just peachy."Simona," he murmured, his voice all velvet and guilt. "Why aren't you asleep yet?""Are you mad at me for missing your birthday today?"I mumbled, "Got a bit of a headache. Can't fall asleep."He tensed slightly. After six years together, he could sniff out my lies . But he played along, maybe to soothe his own conscience."A headache again?" he asked softly, placing his fingers on my temples. "Let me help."He started massaging gently, and I hated how good it felt. I hated even more that the gardenia scent clinging to him made m

Yvonne's social feed updated. In the photo, a large hand rested gently on her belly as she smiled sweetly at the camera. "The pup keeps kicking me. Daddy says he'll have a good talk with him once he's born." A happy family of three, I thought to myself in silence.It was the final day before the wedding, and Alpha Martin still hadn't come home. He messaged me: "Simona, the project is too complicated. I can't get away for now." "But don't worry—I'll definitely be there for the wedding."I counted down the final hours left in the villa, looking around and saying goodbye without a word.Just then, Butler Warren gently knocked on my door, holding a bowl of chicken soup. "Miss Simona, have a little soup." "You haven't been eating much lately. You'll wear yourself out."The rich aroma filled the room, and a wave of warmth rose in my chest. "Thank you, Warren."He'd watched both Alpha Martin and me grow up. With a sigh full of sentiment, he said, "After all these years, Al

Alpha Martin was breathing hard, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. He was holding me so tightly I couldn't breathe—I pounded his shoulder with all my strength. "Martin, let me go… I can't breathe…"His eyes were red, and cold tears fell onto the back of my hand. His breath was shaking. As if desperate to prove something, Alpha Martin pulled out his phone and showed me a video from our wedding day.In the video, when the officiant announced the bride's entrance, Alpha Martin looked toward the aisle, eyes filled with happiness. But when Yvonne appeared instead, the entire crowd gasped.Alpha Martin's expression turned feral as he threw the microphone aside and charged at Yvonne like a wild beast. "What are you doing here?" "Where's Simona? What did you do to her?"Yvonne, gently caressing her slightly rounded belly, giggled and threw herself into his arms. "Martin, didn't you want to marry me?" "Simona said she was willing to give you up. You're mine now, and I'm your

I yanked my hand away from Alpha Martin's grip and walked straight into the room, silently protesting.The room faced the ocean—outside the window was a beautiful sea view. Alpha Martin came up behind me and gently wrapped his arms around my waist."Simona," he whispered, his breath brushing my ear, "I remember you love the sea. I booked this room just for you. The moment you open your eyes, you'll see the deep blue ocean."My entire spine stiffened. That bitter ache in my chest surged up and took control.I shoved him off so hard he stumbled back a few steps, and I spun to face him, my voice rising with every word. "Alpha Martin, I never liked the ocean!"His brows pulled together in confusion, like I was speaking in tongues."Have you forgotten?" I shouted, pointing toward the window. "I once fell into the sea—I have thalassophobia!"My wolf whimpered at the memory.I was twenty. Martin had taken me on a cruise with his elite little Alpha club. I told him I wasn't feeling great, an

Belle held me in her arms, her hand gently patting my arm in comfort. I didn't say a word. Just reached for the bottles lined up on the counter. Screw the taste. I wanted numbness. Numbness was better than this clawing ache in my chest."Alpha Martin, you know what's funny?" My voice cracked halfway through, but I kept going, eyes locked on his face like I could burn the truth into him. "Yvonne wasn't the only one, was she?"His wolf flinched. I saw it—just a flicker in his golden eyes, but it was there."Before her, there were others. And I kept wondering, every damn day—did you stop loving me? Did you ever love me at all? But every time you came back, you'd hold me like nothing happened, whisper how I was the only one. That I was your forever mate."I let out a bitter laugh that sounded more like a growl. "I started drinking just to sleep. My wolf couldn't rest when yours was off with someone else."Martin's hand clenched around a photo like he was trying to crush the past. Belle st