The Alpha Ex wants me Back

A Cold Change

As soon as I arrived at the Pack Estate, I parked my BMV in the driveway and made a beeline for the mansion.

I was so excited and nervous at the same time. Tonight wasn't just a simple dinner. It was our anniversary dinner, to celebrate how far we've come in our relationship — 5 years and we haven't had a single misunderstanding. Though, I wouldn't say my marriage was perfect. It still had its ups and downs. Ever since Tristan hired a new secretary, he'd always been returning home late from work and it bothered me. When I talked to him about him, he lashed out and told me not to bother him. Despite that, this anniversary dinner was to bridge the gap in our relationship and make sure we're on the same page.

My eager footsteps slowed when I entered the living room. There was an unusual scent — vanilla and spice… it wasn't familiar to me. Has Tristan changed his perfume? And what's with this dull atmosphere? There were no decorations or any indication that today was an anniversary celebration at all. What was going on?

I met my son's nanny, Tamara, on the way upstairs and asked her if my mate's whereabouts.

She looked at me really quick before letting her eyes fall back on me quickly.

“Uh yeah I think I saw him earlier, she might have left though, I haven’t seen him in a while.” Tamara said, unable to meet my eyes.

Unease filled my stomach as I looked at Tamara while she contemplated telling me something. What was she hiding?

Finally, Tamara sighed and looked at me straight, “He went upstairs about a half-hour ago.”

“Is he asleep?” I asked.

She just shook her head no.

“Thanks.” I said and turned towards the stairs.

With every step that I took up, I thought back to our five-year relationship and all of the good things we’d shared through each of those years. Everyone always called us crazy when they heard we’d been together since we were eight and had our whole life planned. But for us, it was easy because it was what we wanted most.

We’d been best friends since kindergarten. Tristan was always a big kid, tall and wide and intimidating, with a crazy amount of money and power from his parents which left him untouchable, even at a young age. And he’d taken me into his world and protected me ever since that.

We made it official; and we’d been inseparable since then. Or at least, we had been until our explosive argument two days ago.

My heart ached with each bedroom door that I passed, unable to make myself turn a single knob until I stood outside of the last door in the hallway and felt a tear slide over my cheek.

Tristan had gone to bed early? Was he upset?

I swiped at the teats quickly and looked around to make sure no one saw me standing here crying.

I didn’t want anyone to witness my destruction collection.

I heard something from inside the room and froze, holding my breath as I tried to hear better. I pressed my ear to the door but couldn’t make it out. So I forced myself to quietly turn the knob and I pushed the door open.

“I bet I’m so much better than her.”

I’d recognize that voice anywhere, even before my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the master bedroom of this mansion; I knew who it was. It was Eloise, Tristan's secretary.

This couldn’t be happening.

“Shut up.” Tristan replied, I could tell without even seeing his face that his teeth were clenched while he spoke.

“Admit it, I feel better on your c**k than Hyacinth does. Why else would you keep coming back to f**k me like this, rough and needy?” Boiling rage filled my heart as I stepped into the room and saw Tristan's back.

He had Eloise in his arms, pinned between him and the wall with his pants down around his thighs as he thrust into her. Her legs were wrapped around his hips and her blood red nails were clawing at his bare muscled back while he f****d her.

“I said shut up, or I’m going to find someone else to fuck.” He swore.

A part of my heart broke inside of my chest in a way that I’d never experienced before. It felt like a physical part of me broke, even as I stood still and knew I was still intact.

Eloise’s eyes opened and her drunk and bleary eyes focused on me over his shoulder and a sinister smile pulled her lips back while my mate of over half a decade railed her into the wall.

“Come deep inside of me baby. You know how I like it.” She purred into his ear, and he grunted. I watched in horror as he did just that. His hips jerked wildly for a few seconds before he stilled and rested his forehead against the wall while he caught his breath.

He stepped back and dropped Eloise to the ground on her own feet, in a cold uncaring way that was so uncharacteristic of him. When he pulled up his shorts and buttoned them, he saw that she still stared past him with that sick smile on her face and he turned to look over his shoulder towards the door.

The second his green eyes locked on mine I knew I’d never be the same.

Seeing the person you love more than your own life, destroying your heart so carelessly, just did something to your soul. The pain was no longer physical, because it ran deeper than that.

“I should go,” Eloise said as she shifted in front of him. No remorse showed on her face. She reached up to tuck her brown locks from her face, but it looked like she was lowering her head to hide a smug smirk as she reached her hand back to pull her skirt down.

My brain lagged as I struggled to stop staring at Tristan.

Before Eloise could leave, Tristan snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “You're not going anywhere.”

My hand flew to my chest and I almost sobbed. No. Maybe I didn't hear him properly.

“What?” I blinked, my eyes filling by the second.

Eloise, standing close to him, beamed me a smile with no guilt or shame in her eyes. Not even an atom of remorse was etched on her face.

I tried to speak but my voice broke.

“What are you still doing here? Didn't you get my text?” Tristan asked out of the blue.

I turned to her, finally regaining my voice. “What?”

Tristan opened his mouth to retort but Eloise spoke in his place. “Tristan is leaving you, Hyacinth. He sent you a text this morning that he wanted a divorce. Haven't you seen?”

My fingers moved quickly and I scrambled my phone out of my purse. It had been in silent mode so I didn't hear any message notifications. My fingers shook as I gently tapped one of the messages.

My heart lodged in my throat as I read it : “Hyacinth, I'm sure you're aware of our failing marriage. I have, and I don't see the need to stretch things out. I'm getting a divorce as soon as possible.”

I looked between both of them, confused at what I had just read.

Tristan ran his hand through his hair. “I'm in love with Eloise so it's only right that you and I have a divorce.”

I stared at him. It's only right that we get a divorce? He sent me a text to leave his house? Walk out of his life like I didn't even exist? What about our son?

My eyes burned with tears as I stared at him. “I have given you my entire life, Tristan. I waited for you every night! I loved you and after all that, you offered me a divorce?”

I wanted to scream, to yell and to ask why but what was the point?

A cold, sharp pain spread through my chest, deeper than anything I had ever felt before. Eloise had won while I…I had lost.

Tristan reached into his pocket and revealed a neatly folded paper. He tossed the paper at me and said in a cold voice. “I got the divorce papers from the lawyer. Sign it now.”