I Destroyed My Ex-Mate AlphaChapter 1
On the night of the pack’s grand full-moon celebration, Alaric was practically vibrating with excitement. He had ordered a feast that could rival any royal gathering and commanded his second-in-command to hand out double rations of the pack’s bounty to every loyal member.
Lilith, all sweetness and smiles, went from wolf to wolf, presenting neatly wrapped bundles of meat and silver charms. Everyone accepted their gifts with gratitude—except me. When she reached my spot, she shoved me back with surprising force.
“Step aside! Strays like you don’t deserve a place among us,” she spat.
I blinked, stunned. “What… what are you talking about?” I asked.
Her lips curled into a cruel grin as she flung a banishment scroll at me. It hit my chest, rustling as it fluttered to the ground. “A lowborn runt like you has no claim to the pack’s rewards. Leave before you make the rest of us sick!”
As she ranted, the massive enchanted moon-crystal overhead lit up with a series of images—me, entwined in what looked like intimate moments with a high-ranking alpha from another pack.
Finally, the ledger of rewards appeared. Every wolf had been granted generous shares—ornaments, meat, and silver—but my column glowed a harsh, unforgiving red zero.
I clenched my fists, staring up at Alaric as he lingered nearby, silent and watchful.
“You’re really going to exile me… tonight?” I asked, voice tight with controlled anger.
The crystal continued cycling through the compromising images: me walking beside other pack leaders, sharing a toast, and in one humiliating shot, held at the waist as I stepped into a secluded lodge with one of them.
Alaric finally tore his eyes away from the screen and gave me a cold, unreadable look. He said nothing.
“I asked you a question,” I pressed again, my voice sharper this time. “Are you sure?”
The pack had gone quiet. Every wolf’s gaze was on him now, a mixture of pity and awe. Alaric ignored it all, stepping forward until he loomed over me. His voice was like ice scraping stone.
“Raven,” he began, each word deliberate, “what right do you have to stay among us? Every ounce of this pack’s prosperity comes from effort… except yours.”