Todos os capítulos de Dear Alpha, Steal Me From My Lavender Marriage: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I found out on my friend's wedding day, in a city miles away from home, that I am in a lavender marriage without my own consent. Well... before you ask, "A lavender marriage without consent? How is that even possible?" let me take you back to how this nightmare began.I have been in toxic relationships all my life. That was my "normal" until I met Maxine. He was every girl's dream—or should I say every guy's? He was tall, handsome, a young CEO with piercing blue eyes and blonde hair. He had everything a man could need, except for a shred of masculinity. Before him, every guy I dated ended up cheating on me because I told them I didn't want to have sex until marriage. Some would pretend to stick with me, only to screw another girl right in front of me. If I dared to look away, I would get the beating of my life.The cycle repeated until I turned twenty-eight. By then, the family pressure was a heavy, suffocating weight. They wanted me married to someone rich—someone who could change th

"I didn't sacrifice it. I exchanged it with that of my husband's."A deep voice cut through my frantic searching. A man was standing too close, his presence demanding. I didn't even look at him; I just felt the heat of his gaze."Stay away from me. I am happily married," I snapped, thrusting my hand out so the light caught the glint of my ring."But it doesn't look so," he countered, his voice dripping with a mocking sort of pity. "I can't smell another person on you. Or is it what I am thinking?""I said stay away!" I turned around angrily, my hand raised to push him back, but the breath caught in my throat. Standing before me was Alpha Rue—the Alpha of Linda's father's pack. He was tall, imposing, and looking down at me with a smirk that felt like a slap."Alpha Rue... I am so sorry, I didn't know it was you," I stammered, quickly bowing my head in a sign of respect I didn't feel."Sure. How would you know when you were so lost looking for your beloved husband? Showcasing that cheap

When I got to my room, I kicked off my shoes, dropped my bag, and pulled the tie out of my hair. I sat on the edge of the bed and for the next few minutes, I felt nothing. I sat there with my hands clasped, staring at my phone, debating whether or not to call my mother. The anger boiling inside of me was so intense that I knew if I called her now, I might say things I could never take back—but at that moment, I didn’t really care.All my life, I lived for my family. Every bit of my savings and every paycheck had been spent on them. I looked after my younger siblings, even though the youngest was already fifteen. Yet, she still did this to me. If I didn't speak up now, I’d never get another chance to say my piece.I dialed her number. It only rang twice before she picked up."Tilda! I was just about to call you," she said. "The electricity bill for this month is due, and I wanted to remind you to send money for the bills and upkeep for the kids."I smiled. I can't believe this was the

“Let go of me,” I said as we reached the turning point.My wrist was still trapped in his hand, warm and firm and irritatingly calm, as if he had every right to touch me. I twisted once, then again, until his fingers loosened.The air around the venue felt different here. Softer. Quieter. Away from the loud music, the clatter of glasses, and the fake laughter that had been filling the wedding hall all evening. The corridor ahead was dim, lit by yellow wall lamps that made everything look more secret than it should have.I drew in a breath and forced myself to look him in the eye.“Thank you for helping me out of that uncomfortable situation,” I said, keeping my voice low, because even now I was still careful. Still thinking of who might be listening. “But no one should see us like this. You should understand that Maxine is still my husband.”The moment the words left my mouth, I felt the humiliation of them like a bruise.He stared at me for a long second, his expression unreadable, a

He exhaled once, low and controlled, then looked away for half a second before returning his gaze to me. “It doesn’t really matter,” he said. “But you need to know that it’s necessary for me to have an heir.” Necessary. The word felt too cold. My mind began to race in ugly circles. A man like him did not offer things without reason. Men like him did not give freely. They took. They bartered. They built cages and called them protection. “What if it is one of your nonsense traditions?” I demanded, my voice rising before I could stop it. “What if you want to use me for ritual? How can you assure me that you will pay up the termination f*e? How?” His expression did not change. That almost made me more nervous. He reached for his phone. My breath caught. I watched every movement, my heart thudding so hard I could feel it in my throat. He typed something, then held the screen where I could see it. A transfer. Seventy-five million. My mouth went dry. “If you accept, I will send t