I Dumped My Alpha, Joined The Top Wolf Pack

Chapter 2

As his fiancée, I had no dignity at all. Even going out shopping, meeting friends for afternoon tea, or getting my nails done. All of it required approval from his senior assistant, Daicy, a full week in advance, let alone accompanying Gery to social events.

Approvals were always pushed through at the very last second, which meant I was constantly arriving just in time or late. And the expensive jewelry sets? Never approved.

The rejection reason was always the same: The jewelry selected for this event does not match the gown.

After it happened enough times, I stopped bothering with jewelry altogether to avoid the hassle. Eventually, as Gery's date, I became a laughingstock. People said I couldn't even produce a proper accessory.

Gery simply thought I had no sense of timing and no taste.

It fit his image of me perfectly because of my background. I was exactly that kind of she-wolf who couldn't be shown off. Gery seemed to accept that too. He preferred taking Daicy to events instead.

He never saw why I was always late. He never saw why I looked out of place. All he saw was that I couldn't handle even the smallest things.

He didn't see. He didn't care.

Just like he knew how frail my grandmother was. Just like he knew only the special medication could keep her alive. But to him, rules came first.

Everyone had to follow the rules.

Me having emotions, me asking to break up—that was me overstepping.

On the day my grandmother died, his phone was unreachable. I sent him messages. It wasn't until the night she passed that he finally replied, with a careless response.

Gery: Didn't I tell you? I was in meetings all day. No time.

Gery: Why can't you just wait?

Gery: I'd have signed it when I saw Daicy's submission.

Gery: Stop bothering me with every little thing.

That night, I didn't reply. I didn't contact Gery again. Hatred piled up like snow on pine branches slowly, silently, until it crushed whatever love I'd had for him. It was my cowardly love that had killed my grandmother.

Becoming his Luna no longer mattered. I just wanted to get out. I looked around the room. All I could take with me were three or four white T-shirts and a couple of pairs of jeans.

Ridiculous, really. Four years together. Everyone envied me, but no one believed that Gery's fiancée owned nothing at all. It took me only a moment to pack.

I opened my phone. Daicy's social media had a new post.

The caption read: He's truly the best. Even with his busy schedule, he still made time to visit my sick mother. Having him is enough.

The photo showed Gery from behind, standing with Daicy at a hospital bedside. The woman in the bed held flowers and looked healthy. He had never once set foot in my grandmother's hospital room. The woman who raised me alone, my dearest, most beloved grandmother.

The photo looked warm, intimate. As if they were the real family. As if Daicy was his fiancée. I scrolled to the comments. Someone had recognized Gery. The comment section exploded. A few comments cut deep.

A: [The senior assistant is clearly a better match for Gery.]

B: [Only a strong she-wolf deserves to be our Luna.]

I didn't scroll any further. In my daze, I accidentally liked the post. Minutes later, Gery called. I didn't know what Daicy had told him. All I knew was that when it came to Daicy, he always responded fast.

I didn't answer.

Soon, a message came through.

Gery: Don't start trouble.

Gery: I only visited Daicy's mother to promote the Thorn Pack's medical services.

Two years ago, I'd been upset that he'd never once visited my grandmother in the hospital. So he did remember that. Now, every move I made was evidence that I was about to cause trouble.

I smiled bitterly. When I didn't reply, Gery called again. After a moment's thought, I picked up. His voice was as impatient as ever. "You need to leave a comment under Daicy's post. Right now. Because of your little 'like,' Daicy is feeling anxious. I don't want your actions affecting her work."

I didn't understand how a single like could affect anything. In the past, I'd have argued, tried to defend myself, and we'd have ended up in a fight.

But now I was just tired. Whatever he said, I'd do it.

I replied flatly, "Okay. Got it."

There was a brief silence on the other end. Then his voice returned to its usual coldness. "If you'd just be sensible, we'd all have an easier time."

I wanted to laugh, but nothing came. After hanging up, I went to Daicy's post and left a comment.

Lupa: Congratulations, Daicy. You've succeeded. I'm leaving.

After posting, I turned off my phone and set it aside. I looked around the place I'd called home for four years. Everything from the sofa to the fridge, down to the slippers and cups—had been chosen by Daicy according to her own taste.

Her reason was that, as Gery's senior assistant, it was her duty to handle the trivial details of his life. She said it was for my benefit, so I wouldn't have to waste energy picking things out. All I had to do was move in and enjoy it.

The few scattered items that were actually mine? I'd written applications for them, waited through one or two months of approval processes before I could buy them.

By the time they finally arrived, whatever joy I'd felt in the beginning was long gone.

Turns out, I was nothing more than a temporary occupant.