Cocojam
My fiancé, Alpha Caleb, had an Omega secretary.
One day, she took the Thorne pack's black card on a massive shopping spree in the luxury district. She even mocked me in a high-end salon. She called me a useless Rogue with no background—just a leech clinging to the Alpha.
I snapped and cut off her access. She tried to pay. The card declined.
She became the laughingstock of the pack. The Enforcers even detained her in the holding cells for a whole day and night.
Caleb found out. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. His hot Alpha breath hit my neck. He bit my earlobe gently.
"Aurelia, stop acting like a jealous little she-wolf. You have no manners. You embarrassed her in front of the whole pack."
He didn't scold me. He acted normally.
Until our anniversary night. He booked the Cloud Room, the most exclusive restaurant downtown.
He ordered dozens of vintage wines and expensive caviar, promising a celebration with the core pack members.
"Honey, I need to take a call. I will be right back."
I waited and waited. The restaurant was about to close. No sign of him. No sign of his so-called friends.
I pulled out his supplementary card to pay the bill.
The manager looked at me coldly. "Miss, your card is frozen."