All Chapters of 30 Days with My Rejected Alpha: Ruining My Ex Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DAPHNE’S POV What makes a good wife? Perhaps it is tracking your husband’s phone to his location at midnight, only to find yourself at the city's busiest bar."Invitation?" the bouncer asked."This?" I held out a black card I had found in my husband’s coat pocket. I had secretly hidden it away a week ago. I assumed he had made a new one.He took the card, inserted it into a scanner for a moment, and then handed it back to me. He waved his hand. "Go on in, but no phones allowed. Leave all mobile devices in that locker!"I followed his gesture, chose an open locker, placed my phone inside, and closed it. The locker was equipped with a fingerprint lock. The guard watched me until I returned to him, at which point I proceeded straight into the dim hallway.It was a typical bar: crowded, with music pounding against my ears and bodies writhing together in wild fervor.I sat on a stool at the bar. The bartender turned to me, assessing me by the outfit I was wearing. He asked gruffly, "What

DAPHNE’S POVI was eighteen.The hospital was quite empty when I arrived because it was already very late. My younger brother, Daven, was standing by the reception desk, seemingly inquiring about something."Daven," I called out, my body drenched in sweat."Daphne!" Daven turned around, ran over to me, and gave me an update. "Father is fine. He’s sleeping. Do you want to go visit him?""Is Mom there?""Yes, she’s keeping watch by his side in case he needs anything." Daven pulled me toward a chair, and we sat down. He pursed his lips. "I’m sorry, sister. We should have been at home celebrating your birthday.""Is that why Father was driving home early?""Yes. Everyone thought it would be a surprise to celebrate a day early." The smile faded from his face. "But I didn't expect it to turn out like this.""Do you know why his car went into the river?""Father fell asleep at the wheel.""Just like that?" I was momentarily dazed, my thoughts drifting toward other possibilities."It seems so

DAPHNE'S POVThe remaining people in the bar area were craning their necks to watch us. Lyssander waved a hand furiously. "Go to a room and let's talk.""You seemed to enjoy kneeling in public earlier," I countered, raising an eyebrow provocatively.He was wearing a tank top that clung to his muscular frame. His trousers were unbuttoned, left in a messy state. Why didn't he just enjoy himself with Melantha in a room instead of letting her run out like that?Or perhaps he had other girls on the side, so he didn't even care about her? How disgusting!"Don't speak as if you’re better than me, Daphne!" Lyssander emphasized as he tightened his hold on Melantha. "You greedy woman. You’re never satisfied. You were just with another man yourself!""Oh, but... look at how she’s dressed..." Melantha giggled.The others laughed along. Clearly, they believed my current attire wasn't attractive enough for any man to pay attention to me."True, it would be a miracle if anyone even noticed her," Lys

DAPHNE’S POV"You bite me too much," I muttered, "That's a form of marking, but it hurts."The bite marks on my body burned, as if they were eating away at every one of my cells."I never said I would make this easy for you." Theron’s breath caressed my ear.His hand rested on my buttocks, squeezing hard. I growled in my throat, exhausted, and closed my eyes. It had been a long day."Daphne," Theron called."Hm?""You are mine." There was something in his voice that made me shudder. As if it were laden with potential dangers that I couldn't possibly change.The next morning, I woke up but didn't bother opening my eyes. I lay on my stomach, and Theron had been sleeping on my back all night. Now, my body felt numb and harder to move than ever.The frantic moments last night were incredibly satisfying. In three years, even during the moments with my husband, I had never reached such a threshold of pleasure. Please don't misunderstand; we aren't the type to stick to traditional positions.

DAPHNE’S POV"You—" Lyssander cradled one side of his face, pointing a finger straight at me."I’m right here," I said, my expression stern. "Do you need another punch?"Hearing the growl in my voice, Lyssander scrambled to his feet. "You will pay for this," he spat.He stormed out of the room with his phone in hand. I wasn't entirely sure what he planned to do, but it certainly didn't bode well for me.I packed the few items that mattered. I slung two bags over my shoulders, grabbed my suitcase, and trudged heavily down the stairs. As I descended, I scanned the area for Lyssander, but he was nowhere to be seen.Finally, standing on the landing, I heard a woman’s whimpering."Oh, my poor baby boy." Of course. It was Jenny, Lyssander’s mother. She was coddling her wretched son.When she spotted me descending, she marched straight over and slapped me across the face before I could react. I dropped my suitcase and swung my arm out. Melantha pulled her back just in time to take the brunt