Claimed By My Possessive Billionaire Alpha Boss
As a "wolfless" Omega at the absolute bottom of the pack hierarchy, my only goal was to build a safe, normal life with my fiancé, Dan.
That illusion shattered the day I came home early from work. I found Dan completely naked, tangled in my bedsheets with my cousin, Laura.
The suffocating stench of their betrayal polluted my home. Dan frantically tried to blame Laura, while she shrieked that they had been sleeping together for months. My sanctuary was destroyed. With no family to turn to, I fled into the night. Heartbroken and desperate for oblivion, I ended up in the office of my terrifying boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Fueled by whiskey and grief, I recklessly surrendered to him, signing a note consenting to whatever he wanted just to make the pain stop.
But the next morning, the blinding pleasure was replaced by pure terror. Kane hadn't pulled out. In our brutal world, an unmarked, wolfless Omega carrying an Alpha's child would be cast out and hunted. I panicked, begging him to let me leave, convinced I was just another disposable mistake.
Instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha's eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the note I had signed in my drunken haze.
"You gave me this power, little wolf," he growled, ordering his men to move my belongings to his estate. "Don't pretend you can take it back now."
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Chapter 2
Fallon POV
I stood in the doorway, paralyzed not by the sight of their tangled, naked bodies, but by the suffocating stench in the room. The scent of their intertwined lust was like rotting flowers and sour musk, a heavy, sickening cloud that completely overpowered the faint, natural smell of wild lilies I worked so hard to keep in my home. It was a visceral, olfactory betrayal that turned my stomach far more violently than the visual shock.
They scrambled apart like roaches caught in the light. Dan practically threw himself backward, frantically grabbing at the tangled bedsheets to cover his groin. His face was pale, his eyes wide with pure, unadulterated terror.
Laura, however, was different. After her initial gasp of shock, she pulled a pillow over her chest. As she looked at me, the panic in her eyes melted away for a fraction of a second, replaced by a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk. A fleeting look of triumph.
I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just stood there, my bare feet rooted to the hardwood floor, staring at them with a cold, analytical detachment. My fingers gripped the cold aluminum of the baseball bat so tightly my knuckles ached.
"Fallon," Dan choked out, his voice cracking. He stumbled forward, ignoring the fact that the sheet had slipped, leaving him exposed. "Fallon, baby, wait. It's not what it looks like. It was just a mistake. A stupid, meaningless one-time mistake."
As the words left his mouth, his right eyebrow twitched upward. It was a nervous tic he had whenever he lied—a quirk I used to find endearing when he was trying to hide a surprise gift. Now, it was just pathetic.
I took a deliberate step back and raised the bat, pointing the metal tip directly at him. The sheer proximity of his tainted scent made my throat close up.
"Don't touch me," I said, my voice eerily steady, devoid of any tremor. "Once is enough."
Dan froze, his hands raised in a placating gesture. The realization that his usual charm wasn't going to work sparked a desperate, ugly panic in him. His survival instinct kicked in, and he immediately looked for a scapegoat.
He whipped his head toward Laura, pointing an accusing finger at her. "It was her! She threw herself at me, Fallon! She seduced me while you were at work!"
The fragile alliance between the cheaters shattered instantly. Laura’s face twisted in outrage. She dropped the pillow, no longer caring about modesty.
"Seduced you?" Laura shrieked, her voice grating against my ears. "You spineless coward! You've been crawling into my bed for months! Ever since you moved into this townhouse, Dan!"
"Shut up, Laura!" Dan roared, his face flushing a dark, ugly red.
He turned back to me, opening his mouth to spin another lie, but I didn't let him. I stepped forward and pressed the cold, hard end of the baseball bat firmly against the center of his bare chest. He gasped, his back hitting the edge of the mattress.
"Whether it's once or a hundred times, the result is exactly the same," I said, my voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "But you were the one who put a ring on my finger, Dan. You were the one who made a promise to me. The blame is on you."
I didn't wait for his response. The absolute truth of their months-long deception settled over me like a shroud of ice, freezing whatever love I had left for him. I lowered the bat, turned my back on the pathetic scene, and walked out of the bedroom.
I moved mechanically, descending the wooden stairs in silence. When I reached the foyer, I grabbed the small overnight suitcase I kept packed for last-minute business trips and the heavy leather briefcase containing my work for Cain Industries. This space, once my sanctuary, now felt like a contaminated crime scene.
Just as my hand wrapped around the brass knob of the front door, the screaming upstairs escalated.
"You ruined everything!" Dan bellowed, the sound echoing down the stairwell. "Did you know she was coming back early today? Did you set this up, Laura?!"
"No! I swear I didn't!" Laura sobbed, though the memory of her wicked smirk flashed in my mind.
Dan's accusation echoed in my head. *Did you set this up?*
The thought that my own cousin might have orchestrated this entire agonizing discovery made the betrayal infinitely darker. It wasn't just infidelity; it was a malicious, calculated attack.
I didn't hesitate for another second. I turned the knob, pushed the door open, and stepped out into the cool evening air, pulling the door firmly shut behind me.
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