All Chapters of Escaping My Cruel Alpha Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aria’s wounds weren't very serious. The little dog didn't have much strength, but because she was an Omega, her wounds couldn't heal automatically and kept bleeding.I was about to wrap her arm with bandages when the door was violently pushed open.A tall, imposing figure stormed in, carrying the harsh winter air with him.It was Dominic's.He shoved me aside like I was filthy garbage, with no mercy at all.I was caught off guard as his Alpha aura pressed down on me with crushing force. My wolf whimpered and trembled under his dominance, my legs giving out as I collapsed to the ground in a pathetic heap. So embarrassing as I was, however, Dominic didn't even glance at me.His eyes, which always held frost when looking at me, were now filled with undisguised heartache and anxiety for that Omega."Aria, what happened? How did you get hurt? Are you in pain? Is it serious?"A blush rose on Aria's cheeks, and she looked somewhat uncomfortable."Dominic, don't be like this, there's someone

The silver blade was about to pierce Aria's chest.In that instant, I saw flashes of my last life. My two children are lying in pools of blood, their small bodies cold and stiff.No! I couldn't let her get hurt!I used every ounce of strength left in my weakened body, throwing myself sideways and crashing hard into Aria, sending her stumbling backward into a pile of weeds.The ice-cold silver metal instantly pierced through my abdomen.Warm blood gushed out, quickly staining my light-colored coat crimson.The silver hurt my wolf immediately, I couldn’t even shift.The rogue wolf, seeing he'd missed his target, flew into an even greater rage. He grabbed my hair and slammed my head viciously against the exposed concrete pillar beside us!"Bang!"My vision went black and blurred. I could only watch helplessly as the man cursed and pulled out his blade, turning once again toward Aria, who was pale with terror."Get away! Don't touch her!"At the critical moment, a thunderous roar exploded!

Overwhelming fury instantly destroyed his rationality, nearly consuming him.But it wasn't regret for his own deception—rather, he felt this was all my revenge. I must have told her. I must have shown up here, planted these photos, destroyed his happiness out of pure spite.Dominic's face turned ashen, veins bulging at his temples as dark thoughts raced through his mind. How dare I do this? How dare I destroy what he had with Aria? This was exactly the kind of manipulative, vindictive behavior he'd expected from me.His hands shook as he yanked out his phone.He found the number he'd almost never actively dialed and pressed it viciously. My number. "Ring—ring—ring—"Busy signal. No answer.The electronic tone felt like mockery. I was probably screening his calls, probably sitting somewhere laughing at the chaos she'd created.He hung up and called again.Still busy.His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. Rage burned through his entire body like wildfire. He

So small, now permanently attached there.He could no longer hear Aria's angry curses, his mind filled entirely with images of my face.Me tugging at his clothes, acting cute and coquettish, trying to make him smile.My sultry eyes when moved by passion, those rare moments when he had actually touched me with something approaching tenderness.Me cooking elaborate meals that he barely acknowledged.Me staying up all night when he was sick, bringing him medicine and cool cloths for his fever.But mostly, my eyes full of sadness and tears after he had blamed me for something, dismissed me, pushed me away yet again.And now, those eyes were forever frozen in that small photograph before him.They would never look at him so vividly again.Never light up when he entered a room, no matter how coldly he greeted me.Never fill with hope when he spoke my name.Never shed tears over his cruelty.The belated grief nearly suffocated him, a crushing weight on his chest that made breathing impossible

Father had resources that even Dominic couldn't imagine, connections built over decades of careful alliance-building. When he moved to retrieve me, it would be with overwhelming force.The feeling of cold shackles locked around my ankles wasn't pleasant.The metal was expensive, high-grade, designed specifically to weaken werewolves. It made my skin burn where it touched, and I could feel my natural healing abilities being suppressed.Dominic knelt half-way before me, his movements almost reverent as he secured the locks with a key he wore on a chain around his neck.There was something deeply disturbing about his gentleness, the way he handled the restraints as if they were precious jewelry he was bestowing upon me. His fingers lingered on my skin, tracing patterns that made my flesh crawl.He raised his head, trying to kiss me.The sight of his face approaching mine filled me with instant revulsion. This man who had tortured me, who had caused my death, who had destroyed everything I