Alpha's Regret: Omega Secretary's My Mate
He was a high-profile social elite, the Alpha supreme with an irresistible allure and perfect figure, the kind of man many women, myself included, dream of.
But unlike the other women who pined for him aimlessly, he was my mate. For seven years, however, I was nothing more than a tool for his pleasure, a shadow in his dazzling words.
My mate wanted another woman. He flaunted their relationship in front of me and shattered my heart into pieces. It wasn't just my heart that suffered; I lost our baby and, with it, the last shred of hope that he might one day love me.
The brutal reality that he never cherished me pierced my soul, leaving a wound that time could never heal.
It became painfully clear that my affection, my sacrifices, meant nothing to him.
"I quit," I said. "I want nothing to do with you in the future."
"You won't even last a minute out there without my protection, Avery Wells!" he retorted, his arrogance slicing through the air.
"We shall see, Julian Saint Clair," I murmured to myself, a smile forming on my face as I slammed the door behind me.
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