Goodbye to My Alpha Ex

"I don't like you. You're too fake!"

My eyes were red-rimmed, my voice trembling with suppressed sobs. My inner wolf sensed my turmoil, silently grinding its claws, growling with rage.

Liam arched an eyebrow, smirking wickedly as he pinned me onto the couch. "Really? You don't like me? You think I'm fake? Insincere?"

I recoiled at his touch, disgust curling in my stomach. I wanted to vomit.

"Let go of me. I don't feel well."

"Not feeling well? It's not your time of the month though. Are you just in a bad mood? What about this, does this feel better?"

His hand slid under my shirt, slipping deftly beneath my underwear. His heated breath tickled my ear as he bit my earlobe and whispered, "Then I'll make you feel good. Stay still…"

His kisses trailed down my body. The scent of wild rosemary, once intoxicating, now made me sick.

My body reacted to his touch, but my inner wolf snarled and thrashed in defiance. It didn't want to be touched by this deceitful man.

As I struggled, a faint lipstick stain on his collar caught my eye.

In an instant, my vision blurred with anger. Whenever we were intimate, he never let me leave marks on him, claiming that, as an Alpha of the pack, he had to maintain a serious image.

But now, he was letting another woman leave her imprint on him. That lipstick stain was like a blade, stabbing deep into my heart.

His hand brushed against my burned arm, and the sharp pain made tears spill from my eyes.

"What's wrong, Maya? Did I hurt you?"

Liam stiffened at the sight of my tears, clearly flustered. He tugged up my sleeve and froze when he saw the angry red burn on my wrist. His voice trembled with distress.

"How did this happen? When did you get burned? Why didn't you tell me?"

Had he really forgotten that, at the banquet, he had abandoned me to chase after Nina while my skin scorched under the hot soup? His feigned concern now was almost laughable.

"Alright. Don't cry. I'll get some medicine for you."

He ruffled my hair in an attempt to comfort me before standing up to fetch the first-aid kit, muttering as he walked.

"You're such a crybaby. You're already a grown woman, yet you still can't handle a little pain. What would you do without me?"

I stared blankly at my burned wrist.

Yeah… after seven years of being spoiled by him, what would I do without him? But… had his love for me in the past seven years ever been real? Or had I just been a stand-in for Nina all along?

A wave of frustration surged through me. I hated being a substitute.

Sensing my mood shift, Liam grabbed my face and kissed me again. And suddenly, I understood. He always used intimacy to distract.

The image of him in those basement photos—lost in passion, utterly devoted—flashed in my mind. Now, every touch from him felt like an assault, like I was being violated by a rogue wolf.

I clenched my fists, and my inner wolf howled, "Liam, I don't want you anymore. I don't want this fake love anymore."