Break up With the Cold Alpha

I raised my head, my eyes filled with stubbornness.

Meanwhile, Isaiah suppressed his anger. "Don't make me angry, Phoebe!"

To be honest, I had always been afraid of Isaiah. He was one of the sons of Alpha Farrell, after all. Who knows? He might become the Alpha of Oceans Howl Pack soon. Whenever he frowned, I would subconsciously give in and admit my mistakes; he wouldn't even need to say a word.

Aside from his authority, I always gave in because I cared about him. But now, I don't care about anything. My wolf was becoming unresponsive, though the pain he inflicted on us because we were mated was still there. I hated how much power he had over me, but at the same time, I was so tired of it all that I would rather walk away right now than feel any of it.

However, Bette was not satisfied. "Isaiah, I don't want her to apologize. She hit me, and I want her to pay."

Hearing this, Isaiah glanced at me, expecting me to give in. But I still looked rebellious.

My attitude provoked him. He deliberately wanted to teach me a lesson. So, with just one glance, his two wolf guards appeared out of nowhere and held me down.

Damn it!

I didn't have the strength to struggle, nor did I want to. The next thing I knew, Bette walked up to me proudly, raised her hand, and slapped me several times.

I felt the sting of her slaps deep inside my face. Blood flowed from the corners of my mouth, and my head rang. That bitch! She knew it would hurt me more because she used a bit of her wolf power!

Despite the pain, I said nothing and sat down on the floor in disarray.

Isaiah looked down at me. "You owe Bette this. Apologize to her now, and I can pretend that nothing happened."

Upon hearing that, I suddenly laughed like a madwoman.

"You wish!" I mocked them.

Isaiah narrowed his eyes. "Phoebe, as long as you are obedient, I can give you everything you want, including being claimed by me. Have you really thought it through?"

He didn’t want to claim me when I wanted it. Now that I didn’t want it anymore, he was trying to use threats and inducements to make me compromise.

I endured the pain on my face and said coldly, "Isaiah, didn’t I say I wanted to break whatever is between us? I will not marry you anymore! I don’t want to be claimed!"

Maybe it was because I loved him too much before that Isaiah didn’t believe I would leave him. Not when he promised me the marriage I had always dreamed of.

He sneered. "What? Don’t you want to fulfill your mother’s dying wish?"

I detected a hint of contempt in his words. Indeed, he didn't believe that my mother's illness was real. Bette already manipulated him enough to control him with her dainty fingers.

Before I could say anything, Bette interjected. "Isaiah, I told you she was lying to you. If her mother was really dying, how could she have such an attitude? Don’t be fooled by her."

I couldn’t stand it anymore. "Shut up! You have no right to talk about my mother, you bitch!"

At that moment, my continuous disobedience completely infuriated Isaiah.

"I hope you won’t regret this," he said.

Isaiah sneered and called his right-hand man, whom he intended to make his Beta if he won the succession. To make sure I could hear clearly, he turned on the speaker.

"Tristan, about the preparation for my mateship ceremony, cancel everything!"

The preparation was already done, but even so, I didn’t care anymore. The thought of mating with him scared me to death. How much more sensitive to pain would I be if that happened?

"And cancel Phoebe’s mother, Annalise’s, appointment with our top wolf healer."

It was funny. Isaiah thought he could still threaten me, so he stared at me while he spoke. However, I just looked at him without any reaction.

Meanwhile, Tristan hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "Isaiah, Annalise passed away three days ago, on the day of your supposed wedding and mateship ceremony!"