My Alpha Bail Out His beloved, Leaving Me in Custody

My Alpha boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, Yvonne Harper, and I were stuck at the police station, waiting for bail.

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the gray-tiled floor. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, ears flattened, tail lashing. I wasn’t the type to get arrested—Yvonne, though? She practically had a VIP seat here.

Then, the scent of pine and warm musk filled the air.

Alpha Jackson stormed in. His amber eyes locked onto mine, and for a fleeting second, I thought—he’s here for me.

"Officer," he said"I’m here to bail them out."

The officer didn’t even glance up from his paperwork. "You can only take one."

Silence.

I turned to Jackson, expecting—hoping—for certainty in his expression. Instead, I saw it.

Hesitation.

No.

He wouldn’t.

Would he?

The answer came a second later when his hand reached out… but not for me.

For her.

For Yvonne.

My wolf stilled.

My heart, however, shattered.

"Jackson?" My voice barely came out, barely sounded like mine.

Before leaving, he grabbed my hand, his grip tight, as if this—as if I—still meant something.

"Nicole, just wait for me one more night. I’ll come back for you soon."

His tone was earnest, like he believed his own words.

But he never once looked back.

He left so quickly, he didn’t even hear my response.

Didn’t hear whether I was willing to wait.

Didn’t hear if I was scared, hurt, or furious.

I stared at their retreating figures, Yvonne’s delicate frame leaning against his side, as they vanished beyond the station doors.

Unwilling to accept it.

A low chuckle snapped me out of my daze.

"See?" The officer smirked, tapping his pen against the desk. "Told you he wouldn’t pick you."

I froze, unable to refute. My wolf, usually calm, let out a low growl inside me.

But when Alpha Jackson pursued me, he promised—he promised he would love me wholeheartedly.

The year I met Alpha Jackson was the same year my parents died in a rogue attack.

Losing them felt like losing the last fragile thread connecting me to the world. The love I had received was already scarce, and after that, there was no one left to love me.

So that year, I was silent. Gloomy. A ghost of a person drifting through the pack, unnoticed and unwanted.

And wolves? Wolves could smell weakness.

They avoided me like I was carrying a curse. Some whispered behind my back, while others barely acknowledged my existence. My wolf, once so lively and stubborn, curled up deep inside me, refusing to come out.

Then, he arrived.

Alpha Jackson.

He was everything I wasn’t. Confident, radiant, the kind of person others naturally gravitated toward. Whenever he walked into a room, laughter followed, and conversations circled around him like planets around the sun.

Yet somehow… he noticed me.

Not the popular she-wolves vying for his attention. Not the warriors eager to prove their worth.

Me.

That day, I had skipped lunch—not that I had much appetite anymore. But the hunger gnawed at me, sharp and cruel, and my stomach cramped in protest. I had made it to the edge of the training field before my legs gave out, my entire body trembling from exhaustion.

I pressed a hand to my stomach, curling inward. Breathe. Just breathe.

A shadow fell over my curled-up form.

A deep voice broke through the haze.

"Hey, do you need some help?"

I flinched at the sudden presence, but when I looked up, I found a pair of sharp amber eyes watching me. Not with pity. Not with disgust.

With curiosity.

Jackson crouched beside me, his brows knitting together. "You don’t look so great."

No kidding.

I swallowed hard. "I’m fine."

"Uh-huh. Right." His tone was completely unconvinced. "Because ‘fine’ people usually shake like they’re about to shift mid-air."

I blinked. My wolf stirred slightly at the teasing lilt in his voice.

Alpha Jackson wasn’t just offering help. He was paying attention.

And for the first time in a long time, someone saw me.