Alpha, Could You Break Your Bond with Me?

My patience finally snapped. The weight of Garett’s indifference, the sting of his accusations, and the constant ache in my heart became too much to bear.

“You’re not the only one who regrets this bond!” I screamed back at him, the words sharp and bitter, tearing at my throat like shards of glass. “This wretched bond disgusts me more than it ever could you.”

Saying those words felt like needles pricking my tongue, each one bringing back memories I wished I could forget. Despite my anger, the image of the night we bonded always lurked in the corners of my mind. He had been kind then, gentle in a way that made me believe there was something real between us, something worth holding on to. But that night had been a lie, a cruel mirage that vanished the moment his true self surfaced. His kindness was fleeting—nothing more than a dream that quickly turned into a nightmare.

The thought of it still made my chest tighten, but I had to push the tears down. I couldn’t afford to look weak, not in front of him. Not when he was watching, waiting for me to break.

The silence that followed was suffocating, thick, and heavy as Garett’s face twisted in fury. But it wasn’t my words that enraged him—it was the fact that I dared to challenge him, the almighty Alpha of Black Ridge. To challenge an Alpha’s dominance was to risk everything, even your life. But I had nothing left to lose. What else could he take from me that he hadn’t already ripped from my hands?

If standing up to him would give me even a moment of relief, I’d do it again. I’d do it a thousand times.

I opened my mouth to speak again, but before I could, Fiona’s delicate cough broke the silence. She leaned forward slightly, her voice soft and trembling, as if she were some fragile, innocent thing caught in the crossfire. “Garett… stop,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I don’t want you two to fight over me.”

She turned to me, her wide, doe-like eyes brimming with fake tears. “I’m so sorry, Vivian. I was careless… I didn’t mean to steal Noah’s healer. I was poisoned, and—” her voice cracked as she began to sob softly, “I didn’t know.”

Garett rushed to her side, his entire demeanor shifting from anger to concern. He murmured softly to her, his voice gentle, his touch tender. Bile rose in my throat as I witnessed their cringe-worthy performance. He was treating her like she was some kind of delicate flower, while our son had been neglected until his last breath.

The mockery in Fiona’s eyes was plain as day when she glanced at me, but Garett was too blind to see it. Or maybe he didn’t want to see it. She was playing the innocent, guilt-tripping him with every word, and he fell for it, just like always. How could he be so smitten with this vixen?

This made me wonder if Garett had always preferred devious women. But, if that was his type, shouldn’t he have adored the most shrewd woman in his eyes, me. But all I got from him was loathing.

Fiona sniffed, wiping her eyes daintily. “I’m fine now, really,” she added, looking at Garett with a smile. “You should send the healer to check on Noah. I don’t want to cause any more trouble…”

I couldn’t help it. A laugh bubbled up from my chest. It was sharp and deranged. I tried to stop it, but it broke free, filling the room with a sound that was more madness than humor.

“Send the healer?” I laughed again, unable to stop myself. “You bastards really don’t know, do you? No one told you?” My voice rose, the hysteria seeping into every word. “Right. Why would they? Why would anyone care about us when the Alpha treats us worse than shit?”

Garett frowned, his eyes narrowing. He didn’t understand, didn’t know what I was about to say. And for some sick reason, I relished that. I wanted to see his face when the truth hit him.

I wiped the tears from my eyes, still laughing like a madwoman. “Yeah, sure, Garett. Send Noah the healer. Maybe he can perform a miracle and raise him from the dead.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of my words sinking in. Garett’s face paled, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just heard. Fiona, for all her mockery, actually had the decency to look horrified.

But I didn’t care anymore. I was beyond caring.

Without another word, I turned and left the sunroom. My body was numb, my heart hollow. Garett’s voice echoed behind me, but I didn’t listen. I didn’t need to hear it.

I was done.

I had been done for a long time.