Ditching the Alpha for the Alpha King
Alexander's mistress was pregnant.
He turned his back on me without a shred of hesitation, canceled our marking ceremony, and brought her home instead. As he passed by, he didn't even look at me. He just left a brief order hanging in the air.
"She's weak. You know medicine. From now on, you'll handle her meals."
When he reached the first floor, he paused again.
"She's pregnant. She can't be frightened, and she needs me to sleep beside her." His voice was flat, devoid of any feeling for me. "There are plenty of empty rooms. Move out of mine."
I packed my things quietly, without a word, and walked out of the estate.
The butler tried to stop me, but Alexander's voice cut through the hall, cold and final. "Let her go. Once she cools off, she'll come crawling back on her own."
His men, watching the scene unfold, exchanged amused glances. They even placed bets right in front of me—how many minutes before I'd regret leaving and come running back.
But none of them knew the truth.
The Alpha King my parents had chosen for me had already sent a car to wait for me outside the gate.
This time, I wasn't coming back.