Finding The Alpha’s Mate

“I don’t love you anymore, Maddison. In all actuality, I don’t think that I ever loved you. "And now, I think it’s best if we just move on with our lives,” my husband, Ethan, states as he stares into my eyes with cold detachment. "I’ve met someone, and she’s better than you in every way. She’s also pregnant with my child. So just sign these papers. You can keep the car, but I will need you to move out of my house by the end of the month. My fiancée likes this place and wants to raise our child here". He finishes up as a matter of fact, like he didn’t just destroy my whole world with his callus truth. I had just returned home from work. I was excited to let my husband know that I was able to talk to the old owner of the bakery I worked at to let me buy it from her. I was going to be the proud owner of The Sweet Tooth Bakery. As I opened the door of our two-story colonial home, it was his family home, somewhere we would be able to build our own family someday. It had four bedrooms with three and a half bathrooms. Enough for all the future kids I imagined us having. We picked out all the furniture together and designed the home together. Although it mostly reflected what he wanted, it was still my home too, because I loved him. I saw he was sitting on the couch busy on his phone like always. I had walked over excitedly with a smile on my face, ready to tell him the good news when he looked up and stated he needed to talk to me about something. I thought it was going to tell me he was ready to start trying for a baby, not destroy us, destroy me. Not that he wanted a divorce, and his mistress turned fiancée was pregnant. I stared at him. My golden-brown eyes swimming with tears meeting his cool blue ones. Eyes that used to look at me with so much wonder and love but now stared back at me emotionless. All I could muster up was a measly whisper of “What?” My heart and mind felt like it was separating from my body. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This man, the one I chose to love and build a life with, the same man who slept beside me as my husband for the past five years, has completely obliterated our life. My peace and happiness, my safety. A growl was building in my chest from the heart break, but I fought to cut it off. Memories flew through my mind, one painful memory sticking out. Threatening to crush me from the inside out. I could feel myself slipping into an old memory. Once I ran away from where I tried to bury the pain of rejection once before. Now here I was again, feeling the sting of rejection once again. “I was running through packgrouds. Finally, fully shifted and one with my wolf. She is beautiful, all black, like an Alpha wolf, but my fur girl had silver markings on her forehead, in the shape of a crescent moon and a star. I had been running for about fifteen minutes when I smelled the most delicious smell of my life. My wolf surged towards the scent at full speed until she stopped at the edge of the dark forest. We were in front of the packhouse. There was a car parked in front of the packhouse. The windows were heavily tinted, but my wolf could somehow see through the window. What we saw, crushed us. There was my mate, the future Alpha, and another she-wolf, a gamma wolf from the way she smelt, having rough s*x in the backseat in front of the pack house. My wolf was enraged, she snarled and wanted to go and rip the face off the she-wolf who dared to touch our mate, but I fought her tooth and nail to retreat. I took over and forced her to shift. I ran through the cover of the forest all the way home. My parents were on patrol and my older twin brothers were away looking for their mate. I ran inside my house and went into my room. I couldn’t handle the pain I was feeling from my mate disrespecting our bond. My heart felt numb. I went to my closet and packed clothes and shoes and whatever else I might need. I had been working in the packhouse over the past two summers and had a nice little saving built up, a total of about 4000 dollars, including money I had received from my birthday earlier that day. I changed my clothes and hastily wrote a note when a thought popped up in my head. My mate was the Alpha to be, the twenty-year-old Alpha to be. That means he has known that they were mates since his eighteenth birthday, two years ago. The betrayal stung worse at that thought. I stumbled through the front door, barely remembering to grab my keys. I threw my bags into the car and drove off. When I reached the border of the pack lands before denouncing my packhood and then driving away, never to look back.”