Betrayed By My Alpha

Chapter 3

Sarah POV

There was no point in asking him to take back his words. Alpha Dimitri wanted a divorce; I should grant it to him as a final wish.

Grabbing the pen on the desk, I signed the document and handed it to him.

“I hope you find the happiness you are looking for," I muttered before walking out of the dining room.

It didn't take long for me to pack my things. Most of the luxury I had was bought with Alpha Dimitri's money. It would hurt my pride if he sees that I took some items with me.

After packing my original things, I came with him to his house, and I climbed down to the living room, ready to leave.

“You can stay the night and leave tomorrow," Dimitri dared to say after humiliating me in front of that woman.

“I can manage on my own." I dragged my box down the stairs.

“There is no need to be stubborn. Stay the night and leave tomorrow morning," he insisted, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

“Now you are trying to be courteous? Please spare me your fake sympathy. You have your girlfriend back, and you two can spend the night as you wish. I hope Grandma finds out you brought back this b***h," I said before I could hold back my last word.

“Sarah!" Alpha Dimitri growled. “You will not address your Luna like that," he warned, and she smirked mischievously.

“Fine, I will leave for your next Luna. What I won't do is stay back here and let you insult me," I said firmly, rolling my box past him.

He grabbed my arm, stopping me in place. For a second, I thought he would say something else, like this was all a prank. But he proved me wrong.

“I won't be responsible for anything that happens to you. You are on your own." With that said, he let me go.

My cab arrived just in time as I stepped out of the house. I couldn't think of an address, so I told him to take me to the nearest club in town.

Leaning my head against the window, hot tears streamed down my face. I thought I was strong enough to endure the pain I felt in my chest, but Dimitri's betrayal hit me hard.

I had loved him my entire life, loved everything he liked and never chose for myself because I thought loving him was all that mattered. But I was wrong.

My cab driver was kind enough not to question my shady mood and didn't bother taking money for the ride after he dropped me off at a booming club.

The board sign glowed in a blue night city with red and yellow neon lights. I rolled my box in the club, disregarding all the weird stares on my way in.

The club was cool, not loud yet, but soothing music played in the background. I went straight to the bar and found myself a nice spot to wail my sorrow away.

“Can I get the craziest tequila you have? Something bitter and sour that can remind me of how horrible men are," I said to the bartender.

“Your boyfriend broke your heart?" He asked me to mix some stuff inside a cup.

“My husband brought a woman back home and kicked me out of the house," I revealed sadly.

“I will get you something to cool off instead of sour," he slightly smiled at me with pitiful eyes before going back to his job.

I checked my phone for messages, but remembered I had not told anyone about my divorce. My father would definitely freak out if he found out I left the pack's mansion. He was obsessed with being associated with Luna's daughter. I doubt he will let me back into the house.

“Here is your martini lemon ice," the bartender passed my drink.

“Thanks." I took a sip, hoping to get a throat burn, but got a sweet taste instead. My brow shot up in question as to the sweet cocktail.

“It's in the house," he said, leaving me to have my time alone.

The first shot went well, followed by my second and third, before I knew I had already taken ten shots. I ran my hand over my face, feeling tipsy from taking a little too much.

Bored, I turned to the guy sitting next to me. I scanned him for a while: black short hair, viper tattoo arm, black leather jacket, and a shallow cut on his left eye. He screamed dangerously, but my instincts got the best of me.

I pulled my stool beside him and poked his arm for his attention. He glanced down at me, and I smiled, feeling the weight of his cold eyes. I must have a malfunctioning magnet that attracts dangerous men to me.

“Hi," I said, my voice slurpy from being drunk. “Do you mind if I talk to you? I am a bit bored and I don't have any place to go," I muttered, clumsily.

He lifted a brow at me, and I noticed the next guy with him opened his mouth and closed it shut.

His silence made me lean closer. Cupping my fingers, I whispered into his ear, “My husband kicked me out of the house. I am currently homeless, and I can't even call my parents because they won't allow me to come home." I broke down immediately, hating the idea that my parents were not going to accept me back.

“I am sorry...for bothering you. I will just sit back at my corner and enjoy my fruity tequila." I pushed my stool away from him.

Before I could reach my corner, a strong hand pulled my chair back, and my body clashed into the stranger.

“You said you were bored. Lucky for you, I would like to share some stories," the stranger said, staring deep into my eyes with his beautiful ocean eyes.