Goodbye.... My Ex Alpha Mate Want Me Back

Sera POV One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days of lying to myself. I told myself his late nights meant he was busy with pack business. I told myself the way he looked through me without affection, not at me, just ordinary through me was just his Alpha nature. Cold. Distant. Focused. I've always tried to convince myself a lot of times that he love me and nothing else. I was good at that. Lying to myself. Smiling when my chest hurt. Laughing at dinners when my soul was quiet. Playing the role of the happy, devoted Luna while something small and painful lived behind my ribs and slowly ate me from the inside. Today was our one-year anniversary. I bought a cake. Chocolate. His favorite. The bakery lady tied a red ribbon around the box and said, "Lucky man." I smiled and said, "I know." ******* Henry's office is on the third floor of the pack house. The hallway smells like pine wood and old books. I know this hallway well. I've walked it a hundred times, bringing him coffee, bringing him lunch, bringing him pieces of myself he never bothered to hold carefully. My heels are quiet on the carpet, the cake box is warm in my hands. I should have knocked as always but I just didn't today. I know that now. I should have knocked, and the door would have opened, and maybe the rest of my life would have stayed the same neat, painful lie it had always been. But I didn't knock. The door wasn't fully closed. Just a small gap. Just enough for me to see and hear through I pushed it open and nobody in the room notice the door opening She was on his desk. Jennifer. Her dark hair was loose. Her red dress was half off her shoulder. And Henry, my Henry, my mate, the man I had given one full year of my hidden self to, had his hands on her waist like she was something precious. Like she was something worth more than what she's. The cake box dropped two inches in my grip. But before it drop I caught it. My wolf, Lyssa was smarter than my heart. She knew to be still. My wolf knew that we standing in that doorway, we could not afford to fall apart. Not when they hadn't seen me. Henry's voice was low. Very low that I'm sure he never used that voice with me before. Soft and sure and full of warmth. If only he can used a bit of that voice he's using right in there with me I'll be fully convince that he truly has affection for me. "When this is done," he said, "she won't matter anymore. She was never the one, Jen. You know that." Jennifer laughed. It was a pretty laugh. I hated how pretty it was. "Then why keep her around?" she asked. Henry's hand moved up Jennifer's back. Slow and easy. Like he had done it a thousand times. "Because you can't give me an heir," he said. "Sera is strong with a good bloodline. Low ranking wolf which is enough to keep her quiet. Once she gives me a son, I'll handle the rest." A vessel that was what I worth to Henry. I was a breeder, that was the word that didn't leave his mouth but lived in every word he said. I was never meant to be his mate, not even a bit of affection. Just Henry's breeder that will carry his child and after that I'm useless. A vessel. Something to be used and then displaced. I stepped back. One step. Two steps. Three. The hallway carpet swallowed the sound of my heels. The cake box was still in my hands. The red ribbon was still neat and pretty. Outside, the evening sky was going orange and soft, and somewhere downstairs, pack members were laughing about something that didn't matter at all. I walked to the stairs and I walked down them one at a time. As I pushed my heavy step out the front door until I sat in my car. And I held the cake box in my lap and I breathed. In. Out. In. Out. My eyes were dry. That surprised me. I had always thought that when the worst moment of my life came, I would cry. I had cried over smaller things. A rude word. A forgotten birthday. A dinner he left cold on the table. But this? Nothing. Comparable to what I just heard up there from Henry. Just a stillness. Deep and cold and very, very clear truth, I'll call it my anniversary present from him. Like the moment before a storm when everything goes quiet and the air changes and every animal in the forest knows something is coming. That was what I felt. I drove to the edge of pack territory where the signal is good and the trees block the road and no one ever goes after dark. I parked, seating in the silence for a long time before I picked up my phone and I called my father. He picked up on the second ring. The man that has never once let my call go to voicemail. Not once in twenty-three years. "Sera." His voice was deep and warm. It was a kind of warm voice that costs nothing and gives everything to me even when I refuse to accept it. "It's late." "Papa." I called him like the seven years old me Seraphine will call him. He went quiet. He knows me so well that he could tell by voice that I'm not fine . He has always known me, even when I tried to hide myself, even when I packed away every sharp and powerful part of who I am and played at being small for a man who didn't deserve me. My father is the Great Alpha of Redfang pack. The most powerful pack in the werewolf world. One of the most wealthy, powerful and territory alpha or would say the most. Alpha Gregory, that name makes Alphas sit up straighter when they hear it in a room. I had left all of that behind. I had kept his name out of my mouth for a full year. I had told Henry I was low-ranking, an orphan, no one special. I had wanted to be loved for me. Plain, simple, just-Sera me. Foolish enough for me to thought that'll be possible with Henry. "Talk to me Sera, what happening, where are you” my father asked softly like I haven't decided to leaves the pack and forsaken my place at his side years back without looking back or checking on him for once. I answered, I did. I kept my voice flat as I told him what I heard. The words Henry said even though he never knew I heard them all. The thing he planned to do to me. My father said nothing while I talked. When I finished, the silence stretched between us. Then he said, very quietly, "Come home." Two words, that was all he said to make me cry. I closed my eyes. "I'm coming home, Papa," I said. "I'm sorry for being the rude and disobedient daughter you didn't raised me to be." "It's fine Sera, just come home" I looked out at the dark trees. At the last thin strip of orange dying at the edge of the sky. "I'm coming home to be the daughter you raised," I said. "I'm ready to accept every proposal and decision you demand of me. " Another silence. Then my father made a sound I had never once heard from him in twenty-three years of life. He cried. Quietly. Just a little. With the sound of a man who had watched his daughter make herself small for someone unworthy and had never stopped waiting for her to come back. "I'll have the maid get your room ready," he said. "I'll be there by morning," I said. I ended the call. I put the cake box on the passenger seat. I looked at the red ribbon. Then I started the car. I didn't look in the rearview mirror once.