Semua Bab Betrayed By My Alpha; Claimed By His Uncle: Bab 1 - Bab 4

IVY I sleep well for the first time in months, and when I wake up, I feel hollow but strong. I'm making toast when my phone buzzes with a message from the group chat Noah made for us three. Me, Amy, and Him. It's Amy who sent a text this morning. –I am sooo craving strawberry crepes this morning! And that honey lavender tea Ivy makes. Oh, and maybe some of those little almond cookies? My hand tightens around my coffee mug. Six months ago, when I still wanted to be perfect for Noah, I used to make afternoon tea for him. Then Amy came back, and suddenly everything I made for him ended up on her plate. One day, she demanded that I cook for her daily, requesting specific dishes with a long list of ingredients she liked and disliked. I refused instantly, and Amy made a group phone call, sobbing as she spoke to Noah. “What should I do? Ivy must be so angry with me. It's fine. I'm someone who's going to die anyway. I'm not worthy of Ivy’s food.” Instantly, Noah summoned me

IvySeeing the horror on my face, Noah’s expression softens. He loosens his grip on my wrist slightly and brushes his thumb over the blood welling from the cut.“Ivy, listen to me.” His voice drops to that gentle tone he used to use when we first mated, cupping my face with his free hand. “I love you. You know that. Once Amy is gone, everything will go back to normal, I promise. Stop making trouble, okay?”In the past, that voice would have calmed me. But as I stare at him now, I feel nothing but cold spread inside my blood.Even now, after everything he’s done–letting our baby die and giving the work I slaved for to another woman–he still doesn’t see his own fault.He only thinks I’m throwing a tantrum, talking to me like a kid to placate me.For seven whole years, I worked myself to the bone for his company. I managed pack affairs, handled diplomatic relations, building strategic partnerships while pregnant and exhausted. I took care of the household, cooked his fucking meals while