Betrayed by My Alpha Boyfriend Chapter 3

I didn't answer. I hung up on every single call, just like he used to do to me.

But the tears wouldn't stop. They streamed down my face.

...

When I was four, my mother betrayed my father. It was discovered that my brother wasn't my father's biological son.

In a rage, my father killed my mother and brother, and was then executed by the hunters, leaving me all alone.

I had no other family. No distant relatives were willing to raise a daughter with "cursed blood." I was sent to a shelter for stray pups.

That day, I hugged the doll my mother gave me and cried for hours.

I didn't have a pack anymore.

Lucas walked over and gave me a piece of candy.

He used a tissue to wipe away my snot and tears, and said gently, "From now on, I am your pack."

He kept his word.

Even in the orphanage, there was a hierarchy of discrimination. The other kids found out about my background and called me a mutt, a cursed child.

Whoever insulted me, Lucas bit them.

The old matron of the orphanage criticized him and punished him often for causing trouble.

In the dead of winter, he was made to stand in the snow as punishment. As a pup who hadn't shifted yet, he was frozen red.

I tiptoed to wrap a scarf around him, sad. "Lucas, don't fight for me anymore... If they scold me, I'll just pretend I can't hear it."

Lucas frowned. "No! I said you are family, so no one is allowed to bully you!"

He meant it.

When I was ten, a perverted rogue wolf sneaked into the orphanage, lured me into a corner, and tried to assault me.

Lucas found us. His eyes went red, and he tackled the adult wolf.

He was only thirteen then. He hadn't gone through his first shift. He couldn't beat a grown werewolf.

He was beaten half to death, covered in blood, his eyes sworn shut. But he bit onto that wolf's leg and wouldn't let go, screaming for me to run.

The scar on his finger was left from that day.

Later, we both went through our awakening. I grew up, became beautiful, and had many suitors.

But I could never forget the boy lying in the snow, covered in blood to protect me.

I didn't know when it started, but my eyes began to follow him.

When he laughed, I was happy.

When there were other she-wolves around him, my heart felt sour.

One word from him, even one look, could cause a storm in my heart.

He seemed to become my whole world.

When I was eighteen, Lucas held a bouquet of red roses, his face blushing, and confessed to me.

"Ayla, I like you."

"Please give me a chance to love and protect you as more than just a brother."

"When you’re of age, we’ll go to the Moon Goddess Temple to mate. We’ll have a litter of pups and build a family. In the future, you and the children will be my pack!"

I was an orphan.

But to me, wherever Lucas was, that was my home.

I remembered his promise. From the age of twenty, I waited for him to propose, for him to make me his Luna.

But—

One year passed.

Two years passed.

...

Lucas never proposed. He was focused solely on expanding the Silver Lake Pack's territory.

We founded a company together.

Lucas complained that my temper was too soft, that I was too naive and romantic, too childish to survive in the brutal business world. He said I was too clingy, which prevented him from governing the pack properly.

So, I started learning to be smooth and steady. I stopped complaining to him when I was wronged. I learned to be independent, like a Luna should be.

The company got on the right track, and my reputation in the pack gradually surpassed Lucas's.

He wasn't happy. He felt I was too dominant in the company, constantly overruling his decisions and challenging his Alpha authority.

I wanted to marry him. I wanted a warm home, not endless arguments about work.

So, after thinking it over, I quit the company and stepped down from my management position.

I thought that as long as I changed according to Lucas's demands and became what he wanted, he would marry me.

I never expected that in the end, he would have a change of heart and fall in love with a girl who was as naive and romantic as I used to be.

When they were entangled in passionate kisses, did he remember that I used to be naive and romantic too?

...

I moved out that night and went to Chloe’s apartment.

I no longer had to worry about Lucas having a bad appetite after shifting, or preparing special raw meat meals for him. I didn't have to lie in bed, opening my eyes at the slightest noise, using my wolf hearing to check if he had suddenly come home.

Chloe and I ordered a huge amount of fried chicken and barbecue skewers. We had a satisfying midnight feast and went to sleep.

I hadn't felt this relaxed since I was twenty.

The next morning, Chloe went with me to the hospital to handle the baby.

Half a month ago, my instincts told me I was pregnant.

But Lucas always said he was busy. I didn't even get a chance to tell him there was a pup on the way.

When I came out of the procedure room, Chloe told me, "Lucas has been calling me non-stop since you blocked him. It was annoying enough to make me want to howl. So, I told him you were at the hospital getting rid of the baby."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lucas rushed into the hospital lobby.

He stared at me blankly, his voice trembling. "Where is the pup?"

"Gone."

Lucas’s eyes instantly turned red. His Alpha aura collapsed in a second. "We’ve been together for ten years. If I did something wrong, you could have told me. Why did you send a breakup text, refuse to answer my calls, and then cut off our bloodline?"

I smiled bitterly. "If I didn't take care of it, was I supposed to wait for Miss Sienna to be its stepmother?"

Lucas froze, panic flooding his face. "Ayla, she's just an intern at my company..."

"Does an intern need to kiss her Alpha boss and go to a hotel room with him?"

I interrupted him softly. "Lucas, I saw you and her in the club VIP booth yesterday."