Leaving The Cold-hearted Rich Alpha
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I’m Nia Simons. For three years, I was Zane Lewis’ mate, rich alpha, cold heart.
“Can you spare cash for pads? I’m stuck at checkout,” I begged once. He just stared: “Clean the car seat you ruined first.” Later, I miscarried after freezing in a snowdrift, begging for cab fare. His reply? “Stick to the process.”
Vivian, his “blood kin,” loved tormenting me. “Bark for me, and I’ll give you money for your mom’s grave,” she sneered. I knelt, only for her to laugh: “Trash like you doesn’t deserve cash.”
Zane saw it all, but said, “Apologize to her. Snowy’s family—you’re not.”
When my mom’s ashes scattered in a storm , I snapped. “Sever the bond,” I told Harold Lewis. He handed me 10% of the pack’s shares: “You earned this.”
A year later, I’m in Favalon Town, acing college, with Cyrus—my tutor—by my side. Then Zane showed up, eyes red: “I know the truth—Vivian lied! You left college ‘cause of cancer… come back?”
I clung to Cyrus: “He’s my intended mate. Zane, you broke me. Never again.”
“Can you spare cash for pads? I’m stuck at checkout,” I begged once. He just stared: “Clean the car seat you ruined first.” Later, I miscarried after freezing in a snowdrift, begging for cab fare. His reply? “Stick to the process.”
Vivian, his “blood kin,” loved tormenting me. “Bark for me, and I’ll give you money for your mom’s grave,” she sneered. I knelt, only for her to laugh: “Trash like you doesn’t deserve cash.”
Zane saw it all, but said, “Apologize to her. Snowy’s family—you’re not.”
When my mom’s ashes scattered in a storm , I snapped. “Sever the bond,” I told Harold Lewis. He handed me 10% of the pack’s shares: “You earned this.”
A year later, I’m in Favalon Town, acing college, with Cyrus—my tutor—by my side. Then Zane showed up, eyes red: “I know the truth—Vivian lied! You left college ‘cause of cancer… come back?”
I clung to Cyrus: “He’s my intended mate. Zane, you broke me. Never again.”
