《My Ex-Alpha's Late Redemption》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

I decided to leave Damon. But I had to do it without him knowing.Elder Marcus drafted the Mating Dissolution Agreement quickly enough. "Get Damon to sign this. Forty-eight hours after his signature, the dissolution becomes official."When I got home, Damon was already dead drunk—because Vivian had just left her Alpha in Northbridge.The next morning, he woke up hungover and said, "Let's have a belated mating ceremony."I knew what he was really doing. Trying to lure Vivian back.I smiled and agreed. But in the stack of ceremony documents he had to sign, I slipped the dissolution agreement."This ceremony contract is this thick?" Damon frowned, flipping through page after page, but he didn't sign right away.He was the youngest Alpha of the Greystone Pack, after all. Not someone easily fooled.The dissolution agreement was tucked into the second-to-last page. I kept my head down, but my heart wasn't even racing."There's a bunch of indemnity clauses. If you have time, read through slow

I turned the ticket over so he could see the destination. Southaven.Damon frowned, his brow furrowing deeply. "Why go all the way there without telling me? What if something happens? That's not our territory—you won't have pack protection."I shrugged, keeping my voice light. "No need. Just a normal work transfer."He grabbed my wrist—not hard, but firm. His Alpha instincts were stirring, sensing something wrong. "Just like that? We just wrapped a project together. You're just walking away?"I gently pried his fingers off and stepped back, creating distance I should have created years ago. "The project's almost done. Left it with my partner. I've got other things to work on."But that small step back—like an invisible blade—cut straight into his chest. I saw it in the way his breath hitched. His wolf surfaced briefly in his amber eyes, confused and restless. His outstretched hand trembled but didn't reach for me again. As if he sensed something irrevocable shifting between us. His voi

I watched the shreds of paper fly everywhere and let out a tired sigh. Some landed on my shoulder. I brushed them off."This is a public place," I said calmly. "Don't litter."Damon frowned. Of all the things I could have said, that was what came out? His hands dropped to his sides. The last scraps of paper fell from his fingers.He kicked the scraps aside with his foot and grabbed my arm again, trying to pull me away from the security line. "I don't accept that agreement. Let's re-mate—right now. We'll go to the elders. We'll fix this."I stumbled, then caught myself. Planted my feet. "You signed it. I told you to read the ceremony documents carefully. You didn't look. How is that my fault?"But he wouldn't listen. He just kept pulling. His grip was stronger now—his wolf was surfacing, desperate and confused.I didn't move.He wasn't using real force. He could have dragged me. Could have thrown me over his shoulder and carried me out of there. But he didn't. He was just testing me. Se

Mia said she'd come visit me in a while and help expand our business here. We'd been partners for years, and saying goodbye to the old location was bittersweet. I hadn't expected her to follow me all the way here, but honestly? It was an honor.I rented a small workspace here—just a tiny office in a mixed-use building—with only one assistant for now. Her name was Tina. Young, eager, and always hungry.Every day, I'd take her downstairs to the coffee shop on the first floor for little cakes as a reward for all her hard work. It was a ritual now. Our thing.The baker was a young guy. Clean-cut short hair, always wearing a dark blue apron dusted with flour. He didn't talk much, but his cakes were incredible. Light, fluffy, perfectly sweet. Tina drooled over them every single day, swearing they were better than any professional pastry shop in Southaven.That afternoon, Tina was swamped with over a dozen documents to process. Contracts, forms, spreadsheets—the boring stuff that kept the bus

Mia lay around for two more days before barely recovering enough to function. Her fever broke. Her color returned. She announced she was going to fight for my future, and that very day, she went to negotiate the collaboration with Damon.I heard through the grapevine that Damon had perked up tremendously after learning I agreed to work with him. That he'd smiled for the first time in weeks. That he'd told his assistants to clear his schedule for the project.I could only laugh.The man who wouldn't give me the time of day no matter how I begged back then—now every little thing I did pulled at his heartstrings. A meeting invitation made him happy. A shared document made him hopeful.How was that not funny?The funniest part came when the project was nearly finished. Weeks of work, late nights, tense negotiations. And then, on a random Tuesday afternoon, he decided to declare his love for me in public.Right outside the office building I rented.He looked like some college kid with a cru