The Best Anniversary Gift for My Ex-AlphaChapter 1
(Ashara’s POV)
The day I lay on the healer’s bed inside the pack infirmary, grieving the hollow silence in my womb where my five-month old pup once lived, was the same day I learned my mate, Jareth Warhowl, was bedding his personal aide, who was also the sister of his closest warrior.
I tried to tell myself it was only a nightmare born from grief, until I stood outside the door of his private study in the Alpha mansion and heard the cruel truth slip through the narrow crack.
“You said you love me,” Luvena whispered harshly. “Then why are we still hiding like this? Just reject her already.”
“I cannot do that yet,” Jareth answered, his tone cold and careful. “If I cast Ashara aside now, while she is still healing from losing the pup, my grandfather will strip me of my inheritance. I need the Alpha throne first. Once I hold the power of the pack, I will discard her and we can live freely.”
In that moment, the she wolf who loved him died together with her unborn pup.
Instead of screaming, I simply made the call that would erase me from his world.
Jareth believed he could discard me whenever it suited him.
What he did not know was that I was preparing the perfect gift for our upcoming mating anniversary.
I would disappear from his life forever.
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The day I lay on the healer’s bed inside the pack infirmary, grieving the empty silence in my womb where my five-month old pup once lived, was the same day I learned my mate, Jareth Warhowl, was sharing a bed with his assistant, who also happened to be his best warrior’s younger sister.
At first, I believed my mind was playing tricks on me. But when I heard their voices inside his study, the truth became impossible to deny.
“You said you loved me,” that assistant, Luvena Wildbriar, whispered sharply, her voice low but clear in the quiet hall. “You have told me that a thousand times, Jareth. So why not reject her? Why are we still sneaking around like young wolves? What are you waiting for?”
My hand froze on the door handle. My breath caught painfully in my throat.
Jareth let out a long sigh and ran his fingers through his dark hair. I once thought that habit was charming. Now it looked calculated.
“Don’t tell me you actually love her,” Luvena pressed as she stepped closer. “Do you?”
“Of course I love my mate,” Jareth answered.