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"Welcome to the ex-husband's pity gifts clearance sale! Everything is 90% off, because I need to trade this trash for my brother's life-saving surgery!" When I threw the limited-edition designer bags and diamonds my Alpha King husband had given me into the 'sold' pile like garbage in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers, the entire internet exploded. No one knew that just a few hours ago, I was like an absolute joke, treating a blue silk scarf he casually handed me like a priceless treasure. That was until his white moonlight sent me a photo flaunting her new mansion. I finally understood that the scarf was nothing but a free giveaway from the estate he bought for her. It came as a pair; he carelessly tossed one to me, while his white moonlight tied the other matching scarf around her pet poodle's neck. For three years of marriage, after every night of intense intimacy, he would coldly force me to drink a bitter bowl of wolfsbane concoction. Just to ensure that I, a low-ranking Omega, would never be qualified to bear his heir. I swallowed all my dignity and humiliation. Until my brother, triggered by the news of him and his white moonlight going to a hotel, was pushed into the ICU fighting for his life. I broke down and dialed his private number, but the one who answered the phone was that woman. "Corby is taking a shower right now. He was just complaining about how exhausting it is to fund your brother's bottomless pit." At that exact moment, the heart that had beaten for him for three years completely died. But when I cleared out all his gifts overnight and ruthlessly slammed the Mate Severance Agreement, stamped with the ancient seal, against his chest. "I, Davina, formally reject you as my mate!" The cold-blooded, arrogant Alpha King, who had always looked down on me, instantly lost his mind. Ignoring the soul-tearing agony of the severed bond that made him cough up blood, he pinned me fiercely against the wall. His usually freezing eyes were completely bloodshot, filled with frantic pleading. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his trembling, blood-tasting kisses trailing over my skin as he begged in a hoarse, broken whisper: "Be good, tear the paper up... I'll give you my life, just please, don't throw me away."
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The Genius Designer Escapes Her Alpha Chapter 1
DAVINA'S POV:
The lingering heat of our intense lovemaking still clung to my skin. I stood before the vanity mirror, carefully tying the simple blue silk scarf Corbin had just given me, treating it like a priceless treasure. On the nightstand, Corbin's phone suddenly lit up. I glanced at it, and the name on the screen instantly froze the blood in my veins.
Collette Walsh. His untouchable first love.
It was a picture message. Collette was standing in the grand foyer of a luxurious new villa, holding a glass of red wine. But what caught my eye wasn't the mansion. Sitting at her feet was a poodle, and tied loosely around the dog's neck was the exact same blue scarf I was currently wearing.
Before I could process it, a voice message popped up.
"Corbin..." Collette's voice was dripping with softness, laced with a pitiful vulnerability. "Thank you for the estate, it's beautiful. Oh, by the way, those two complimentary scarves that came with the house purchase? You took one, and I thought the other color suited my dog perfectly, so I tied it on her. It's just... this house is so big. Without you by my side, I feel so cold. Can you come see me tonight? I miss you."
The dead silence in the bedroom was deafening.
I slowly untied the scarf from my neck. Seconds ago, I thought it was a token of affection. Now, it felt like a dirty rag, suffocating me.
A wave of intense, nauseating humiliation surged up my throat. The warmth of our recent intimacy suddenly made my skin crawl with absolute disgust.
The bathroom door opened. Corbin stepped out, water droplets sliding down his chiseled muscles. Even with just a towel wrapped around his waist, his oppressive Alpha aura demanded absolute submission.
He saw me standing there, staring dead at his lit-up phone screen, and his jaw tightened in displeasure. He strode over and snatched the phone from my hand.
For a split second, as his eyes caught Collette's message, a rare softness flashed in his silver-gray gaze. But when he looked back at me, the absolute, freezing indifference returned.
"Don't touch my things," he said coldly.
He turned, took a small herbal pouch from a polished wooden box, and tossed it onto the black marble coffee table. "Take it."
It was a mixture laced with wolfsbane, an herb designed to suppress fertility. It was meant to ensure that I, his low-ranking Omega mate, would never bear an heir for the Montgomery bloodline.
For three years of marriage, after every time we made love, he would throw me a bag of these herbs. But today, he had given me a gift. I had foolishly thought he finally saw me... yet the only gift in three years was nothing but a free giveaway from his first love's house purchase.
I mechanically poured a glass of lukewarm water, mixed the bitter powder, and swallowed it down. Instantly, a familiar, searing agony ripped through my throat and stomach.
"Good," he said, as if I had just completed a mundane chore.
I gripped the edge of the vanity, silently enduring the torture of my insides being burned by hellfire.
The butler appeared at the door, his posture immaculate. "Alpha King, Luna, dinner is served."
I followed Corbin to the dining room. At the head of the massive mahogany table sat his mother, the former Luna, Genevieve Montgomery.
"Three years, Davina," Genevieve sneered, her voice echoing in the spacious dining room, deliberately loud enough for all the servants to hear. "Three years of marriage, and your belly is still flat. If you can't even breed an heir for the Alpha King, what exactly is the point of you occupying that seat?"
I had endured this exact mockery countless times, usually lowering my head to swallow the shame in silence. But tonight, the image of that poodle wearing my "gift," combined with the residual burn of the wolfsbane tearing at my womb, shattered something fundamental inside me.
I set down my fork. I looked at her with a dead, calm expression. "Mother, you should ask Corbin that question."
Genevieve's face hardened instantly. "Insolence! A nobody from the fringe territories dares to talk back to me? Know your place!"
"Not only are you a useless Omega who can't produce pups," she continued, her tone dripping with pure disgust, "but you also drag around that bloodsucking, crippled brother of yours. A wolfless freak."
My hands clenched into fists. Emmett was my absolute bottom line.
I slammed my hands on the table and stood up, glaring at her. "Don't call Emmett a freak!"
Bang.
Corbin slammed his glass down. A suffocating Alpha command crashed over me like a tsunami, forcing me violently back into my chair. My lungs burned as I struggled to breathe.
I looked at Corbin, silently begging him to say something, anything, just this once to defend me.
But he just methodically cut his rare steak, and coldly warned, "Mind your tone when speaking to my mother, Davina."
I stared at the man I had loved with my entire soul, feeling the last thread binding me to him snap. In his cold eyes, my pain, my family, and my dignity were utterly worthless.
As soon as he finished his meal, Corbin stood up, grabbed his coat, and walked straight out the front door without sparing me a single glance. He was going to her.
The air in the main house was suffocating. I curled up alone on the sofa in the massive, empty living room, the giant television screen illuminating the darkness.
The entertainment channel was broadcasting frantically, the bold headline blinding: [Alpha King's Late-Night Rendezvous with First Love: Wedding Bells Soon?]
In the paparazzi photos, Corbin and Collette were walking into a luxury hotel. His hand rested protectively on her lower back-a gesture of tenderness he had never, ever shown me.
I stared at the screen. My heart felt like a pile of dead ashes, but from those ashes, a chilling clarity emerged. My three years of desperate persistence wasn't just a pathetic joke-it was a prison of my own making. I had sacrificed all my pride to warm a stone, only to be burned. It was over. The Davina who lived for a crumb of Corbin Montgomery's affection died right there on that sofa.
Just then, my phone rang frantically, shattering the dead silence.
"Miss Davina! It's terrible!" It was Martha, the caregiver for my brother, Emmett. Her voice was trembling with pure terror and despair. "Master Emmett... he suddenly collapsed with a high fever! The doctor says he's dying!"
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