Alpha Dustin

MARAH "How could you do this to me?" I said, my voice shaking as I stood at the bedroom door. I had come here seeking warmth and solace from my mate and husband, Alpha Trent, after another humiliating encounter with my mother-in-law. She had once again made it clear how useless and unworthy she thought I was. But instead of finding comfort, I was met with a sight that shattered my heart into pieces. There, on our bed, was Trent with Kira, the beta's daughter. Trent's skin glistened with sweat, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. Kira lay beside him, her cheeks flushed and her mouth swollen from their passionate kisses. They looked at me, surprised at first, but then their faces relaxed, as if it was perfectly fine that I had caught them. I felt my eyes burn, tears threatening to fall, but I fought them back. I didn't want Kira to see how much this was affecting me. Her body was still partially draped over Trent, her hair disheveled and sticking to her forehead. Trent's hands were still resting on her hips, their intimacy undeniable.. "Trent…." I whispered his name, my voice trembling. Trent sighed heavily and sat up, pushing Kira off him with an annoyed grunt. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, looking more irritated than guilty. He reached for his pants, which were crumpled on the floor, and began to put them on. Kira smirked, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She made no effort to cover herself, lounging on the bed as if she owned it. "Looks like you came at a bad time," she said, her voice dripping with mockery. I never liked Kira. She was always flirting with Trent, making it clear she wanted him. I had naively believed that everything would be fine, that Trent would never betray me. But here I was, facing the harsh reality. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. "Trent, how could you do this to me?" I repeated, my voice cracking. "What did I do to deserve this?" "You never deserved to be my wife, my mate, or this pack's Luna. It was a mistake all along, and now I'm trying to fix it," he said, his voice final. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I hoped something was wrong with my ears. How could he say such cruel things? I had loved him, been loyal to him, and this was my reward? "You can't mean that," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I gave up everything for you." Trent laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "Marah, you're wolfless. Even your father didn't want you, and no other pack would take you. You're nothing but a burden, and I'm finally done carrying you." I thought back to my father, the alpha who had despised me for my witch heritage. He never saw me as his daughter, only as a disappointment. I had hoped that marrying Trent would change my life, give me the love and acceptance I had always craved. But oh god, I was so wrong. "But I love you, Trent," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, as if it was my last attempt to reach him. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. "I love you so much." Trent chuckled again, but this time it was a dark, joyless sound. "Love? You said love?" His laughter quickly disappeared, replaced by a cold, hard expression. "Your love means nothing to me, Marah. It never has and it never will." I felt my world crumble around me. His words were like a death sentence. I chuckled bitterly, irony lacing my voice. How foolish I had been to think that everything would change for the better. How naive to believe that love could conquer the disdain and cruelty I had faced. Trent's eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a sneer. "You were always a mistake, Marah. And now, I'm correcting that mistake.” He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “I, Alpha Trent of the Silver Moon Pack, reject you, Marah." The weight of his rejection pressed down on me like a physical force. I stood there, frozen, unable to process the reality of his words. My heart shattered, and finally, I let my tears fall. They streamed down my cheeks, hot and relentless, as the full impact of his betrayal sank in. I took one last look at Trent, hoping to find even a glimmer of the man I had once loved. But all I saw was cold indifference. My love for him had been a cruel joke, a fantasy that had come crashing down around me. "You're cruel, Alpha Trent. I regret ever loving you," I said, my voice breaking with the weight of my pain. Trent didn't seem to care. He shrugged, as if my words meant nothing. "Goodbye, Marah," he said dismissively. Without another word, I turned and fled the room, the sound of their laughter echoing in my ears. As I reached the door, I glanced back at Kira. She waved her hand at me, a smug, mocking smile on her face as if to say goodbye. My blood boiled with anger, but I knew I couldn't do anything about it. Not now. I stumbled downstairs, my legs barely supporting me. My heart was pounding, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I reached the small room I had been given, separate from Trent's, and closed the door behind me. I leaned against it, trying to catch my breath, trying to make sense of the chaos my life had become. The room was small and barely furnished, just a bed, a dresser, and a small closet. It had never felt like home, and now it felt even less so. I moved quickly, my hands shaking as I grabbed clothes from the dresser and shoved them into a bag. I didn't care what I took; I just needed to leave. My savings, small as they were, went into the bag next. I tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to alert anyone to my departure. I couldn't bear another confrontation, another round of cruel words. I threw in a few personal items—things that held meaning to me, though they felt hollow now. A photo of my mother, a necklace she had given me before she died. I touched the necklace, feeling a surge of grief and loss. My mother had always told me to be strong, to find my own path. But I had failed her, and now I was running away from the wreckage of my life. I zipped up the bag and slung it over my shoulder, taking one last look around the room. It felt like I was leaving behind more than just a place; I was leaving behind a part of myself. But I had no choice. I had to go. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, my footsteps echoing in the silence. I moved quickly, my heart pounding with every step. As I reached the front door, I paused for a moment, looking back at the place I had called home. It was hard to believe that just a few minutes ago, my life had been so different. Now, everything was shattered, and I was alone. I stepped outside, the cool night air hitting my face. It felt like a slap, a reminder of the harsh reality I was now facing. I started walking, not sure where I was going, only knowing that I couldn't stay. Each step took me further from the life I had known, and closer to an uncertain future. Tears streamed down my face as I walked, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. Trent's words echoed in my mind, fueling my determination to keep moving. I had to be strong. I had to survive.