Break up With the Cold Alpha

My mother was gravely ill, and the pack healers couldn't do anything about it. Her veins turned black from the mysterious sickness, and she had suffered for years.

Her biggest wish before she died was to see me claimed by my fated mate, Isaiah Forrester of Oceans Howl Pack, one of the Alpha's sons and a candidate for that title.

When Isaiah finally agreed to mark me and claim me as his mate, promising to marry me and go through the mateship ceremony, he disappeared.

On the very day he promised, the same day my mother died, he was nowhere to be found. She passed away with regret in her heart.

The next day, I overheard the Omega maids talking. Isaiah had gone to Bette's residence in the pack territory to take care of his childhood friend. While we were all prepared for the ceremony, he was with her, worried about another woman.

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After that day, I didn't cry or make a fuss. I handled my mother's funeral alone, silently. I wasn't surprised that Isaiah had left me for Bette. After being together for years as fated mates, Bette could always take him away with just a call. I didn't even want to know what happened this time. I had no interest in her excuses.

After my mother's funeral, I returned to our shared residence. Isaiah was absent, and I didn't want to see him. As I packed my luggage, preparing to leave him and the pack, Bette walked in with Isaiah.

He looked stunned to see me and then frowned at the suitcase beside me. "Phoebe, what are you doing?" His tone insinuated that I was being unreasonable again.

Bette smiled at me innocently, holding onto Isaiah tightly as if to declare her hold on him. "I'm so sorry, Phoebe. My arm was hurt that day, and Isaiah came to take care of me. I didn't know it was your wedding and mateship ceremony."

I glanced at the small bandages on her left arm. This was why Isaiah left me? The injury didn't even look life-threatening. The thought of it made my wolf howl in pain. She had suffered for years because of Isaiah's neglect and rejection. I suddenly felt ridiculous. In his heart, my mother and I were less important than Bette's arm.

"I want to break up with you, Isaiah!" The moment my mother died in my arms, all the love I had for him vanished. Everything felt wrong.

Isaiah thought I was acting up again out of jealousy. "Can you be more sensible, Phoebe? We can have the wedding anytime. I can claim you anytime, but Bette was injured. I couldn't just ignore it!"

'Could you be more sensible?' Isaiah had said that to me countless times. But what should I do to be considered sensible?

Because Isaiah said Bette was like a sister to him, I allowed a third person to exist in our relationship. I let him carry medicine for Bette, run to her when I needed him most, and let her occupy half his heart. I tolerated it all because he said she had a rare wolf disease, making her unable to heal and sensitive to danger. But my sensibility only gained me more harm. I had enough of this life!

I looked at Isaiah coldly. "You can do whatever you want in the future. I won't care anymore."

I pulled my luggage past him. Isaiah finally noticed something was wrong and grabbed my arm. "Was your mom dissatisfied with what happened that day? I can explain to her."

He didn't even know what had happened. He was so busy with Bette that he didn't notice someone had died. The thought of it was enough to kill me and torment my wolf.

Thankfully, I could control my scent well, or he would know how much pain he inflicted on me. Being ignored like this hurt, and if I could, I would sever our connection instantly.

It had been days, and if he cared about me, he wouldn't say such stupid things. I pried his hand away. "There's no need."

I had always been cautious, gentle, and accommodating to Isaiah. I had never been as indifferent as I was now.

Isaiah looked at my back, stunned. As he came to his senses, he tried to chase after me, but Bette stopped him. "Isaiah, this is not your fault. Remember, if her mother hadn't pretended to be sick, you wouldn't have been forced to marry and claim her!"

Something exploded in my head when I heard those words. Before I realized it, I had already slapped Bette in the face.