Alpha Begged Me to StayChapter 1
I always believe that my bond with my fated mate was a carefully curated illusion of perfection, a fragile facade that masked the deep cracks of betrayal and heartache lurking within our marital home.
To outsiders, Andros and Celestine were the epitome of strength and unity—Andros, with his commanding presence and leadership skills, second only to the Alpha himself, and Celes, with her gentle demeanor and inherent kindness. Yet, behind closed doors, their reality was a stark contrast to the picture-perfect image they projected.
The whispers of discontent, the shadows of secrets, and the echoes of unspoken pain reverberated through the walls of their seemingly perfect life, threatening to shatter the carefully constructed illusion at any moment.
And it did.
Celes had become accustomed to the weight of the relentless emotional manipulation from Andros' family. Their wealth and heritage stood in stark contrast to her humble origins. They never missed an opportunity to remind her of her lower status, making her feel unworthy of her position beside the Beta. Andros' younger sister, Alesandrina, was the only member who showed her kindness, a rare thing because she hated Celes at first. She particularly became fond of her brother's mate after she treated her wounds during a pack emergency, a moment that marked the beginning of their unlikely friendship.
Sure, Celes could tolerate the harshness of Andros' family. But what she couldn't bear was the broken marriage, a bond that had fallen apart before it even began.
How could she fight for someone who had given her every reason to give up?
The emotional manipulation from his family was hard enough, but the real pain came from knowing that her marriage was beyond saving. Despite trying to hold on, she couldn't ignore the truth: you can't fight for someone who never hold on for you in the first place.
"Ugh!"
Celes woke up with a start, her heart pounding in the quiet room, her eyes wide. The late pre-dusk glow filtered through the curtains, casting an orange tinge on the walls. As her mind slowly cleared from the fog of sleep, the memories came rushing back, hitting her like a tidal wave.
Gone. Again.