My Alpha Tricked Me, I Ended His Taming Show

Chapter 4

Aurora didn’t call out Liam’s lie. Instead, she said softly, “I just made some bone broth. Have some.”

The meal was tense, almost suffocating. Her sudden resignation, coupled with her earlier self-harm, had thrown Liam off balance. Fear shadowed his every glance—he wouldn’t leave her side for a second.

Aurora couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Liam… let’s postpone the ceremony. I must take that trip.”

Panic flared across his face. “We agreed it would be after the ceremony!”

“I’ve waited seven years!” Aurora’s voice was sharp, trembling with frustration. “You’ve always used ‘mental fragility’ as an excuse to keep me here! I’m suffocating! If you won’t agree, I’ll leave on my own!”

“The invitations are already out,” Liam said, trying to maintain control. “What will the other packs think if we postpone?”

“I’ll only be gone for a few days,” Aurora insisted. “I’ll be back before the ceremony. Can’t we even trust each other that much?”

Her stubbornness made his jaw tighten. He clenched his fists behind the table, forcing himself to maintain that gentle, composed Alpha persona. Aurora felt a flicker of satisfaction. Seeing him suppress his frustration… that shift in power felt good.

All night, Liam remained silent. The next morning, he insisted on taking her to the “pack doctor.”

The doctor asked a few perfunctory questions before speaking in a clinical tone. “Ms. Aurora clearly shows symptoms of… ceremony resistance syndrome. It’s extremely dangerous for her to go out alone. Her Alpha mate must guard her closely.”

“Of course,” Liam said smoothly, his hand brushing over hers. “I’ll protect my Omega at all times.”

Stepping out of the stone house, Aurora gritted her teeth. Pack doctor? She knew the truth—he was just another actor in Liam’s performance. Any attempt she made to assert herself could be twisted into “proof” that she needed constant supervision.

Her anger simmered as she fished her phone from her cloak, sending a quick message to Rex. Every day closer to the Blood Moon made her heart pound harder.

Sensing her resistance, Liam escalated his tactics.

A low-ranking wolf “accidentally” tripped her. A bone-cart splashed mud across her coat. A young pup hurled stone. A mother wolf snarled at her with bared teeth. Even the kindly butcher refused her business that morning, and her money pouch vanished from her hands without a trace.

Aurora understood perfectly: Liam was “taming” her. See? Without me, the world turns against you.

Once, naive and trusting, she might have run straight into his arms. The all-powerful Alpha could always fix everything. But now… she said nothing. When she was scratched, she quietly cleaned her wounds, keeping her silence like a shield.

For the first time, it was Liam who grew anxious. He stared at her disheveled form and finally asked, his voice tight with concern, “Aurora… what’s wrong? Who’s been bothering you?”

She shook her head, calm but sharp. “No one. I did it myself.”

“You…” His voice faltered, caught somewhere between disbelief and frustration.

That evening, after dinner, Liam prepared to leave. He glanced at her one last time, voice soft but edged with tension. “Aurora… you’re different. But remember, I love you. I’m looking forward to a perfect union ceremony.”

Aurora stayed silent, her eyes steady, unreadable.

As the door closed behind him, Liam’s expression hardened. He spoke into his communication stone, voice low and icy. “The target is out of control. Activate the emergency plan immediately.”

The predator in him hated the sensation of prey slipping through his fingers. He would have to act decisively—swiftly crush her resistance before she dared to break free.

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