Marrying the Monster Alpha, Nemesis of my Ex-alpha-husband

Freya

The people in white weren’t hospital staff. They weren’t doctors. They were from a rehabilitation center. I realized it when I saw the logo stitched on their uniforms and heard one of them whisper, “Careful, she’s resisting.”

Resisting? Of course I was resisting.

“She’s an alcohol addict to the point of endangering people’s lives,” Archer said flatly behind me. “Rehabilitate her until she gets better.”

His voice carried authority. Finality. Like he was signing a document, not deciding my fate.

“No!” I screamed, thrashing against the straps binding my wrists. “I’m not an alcoholic! I only drank because Liam—”

My voice cracked before I could finish. Before I could say Liam died. Allison stepped forward right on cue.

She covered her mouth and let out a trembling sob. “Freya… please. This is for your own good.”

“You’re lying!” I shouted at her. “You were the one driving that night! You—”

“Don’t stress her,” one of the rehab personnel muttered.

Allison walked closer to me, tears sliding down her cheeks so perfectly it almost impressed me.

“I suggested this to Alpha Archer for you too,” she said softly, as if she was offering me mercy. “Think about your son. He wouldn’t want an alcoholic mother, right?”

Her words stabbed deeper than any blade.

I struggled harder. “You fucking liar! I am not an alcoholic! You were driving! You killed—”

The needle pierced my arm before I could finish. Cold liquid rushed into my veins.

My body grew heavy. My vision blurred. The last thing I saw was Allison clutching Archer’s arm while he watched me with nothing but disappointment.

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When I woke up, the walls were white. Not hospital white, but sterile, empty, and suffocating white.

The window had bars. The door locked from the outside. I was in a rehabilitation center. Trapped.

The first thing I asked was for my phone. But they refused. The second thing I asked was to make a call. They refused that too.

“Alpha Archer arranged everything,” a nurse told me carefully. “You’re not allowed outside contact for now.”

For now.

They spoke like I was a danger to society. Like I was some drunk lunatic who had to be contained.

Meanwhile, while I was stuck there, my son’s body was still in the hospital. Unclaimed. No funeral. No proper goodbye. And I was locked up because my husband believed another woman over me.

The first few days, I screamed. I argued. I demanded they release me. But every outburst was documented. Every raised voice written down as “aggressive behavior.”

I learned quickly. Silence was safer. But silence didn’t mean surrender. If anything, the anger kept me alive.

At night, when the facility grew quiet, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. I would imagine Liam’s small hands reaching for me. I would remember how he used to crawl into my bed when he had nightmares.

And then I would remember the flat line. The anger would rise again, steady and burning.

They thought this place would break me. They were wrong. It was shaping me into something else. Something colder.

A few days later, I was allowed a visitor. I wasn’t expecting anyone.

When they led me to the small visitation room, my heart nearly stopped when I saw her.

Lyra. The nurse from the hospital. She rushed to me the moment the guard stepped back.

“Freya,” she whispered, eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

Seeing someone who knew the truth nearly shattered the wall I had built around myself.

“Lyra,” I breathed. “Please. Tell me. My son…”

Her eyes fell.

“They still haven’t released him,” she said softly. “The bill…”

I swallowed the pain. “Help me,” I begged, grabbing her hands across the table. “Please don’t let Alpha Archer or Allison go near Liam’s body. They don’t deserve to mourn him. They don’t deserve to touch him.”

Lyra started crying too. “I won’t let them,” she promised. “I’ll do what I can.”

“Please,” I whispered. “He’s all I have left.”

She squeezed my hands before the guard signaled time was up. As she walked away, I held onto that small thread of hope. At least someone was on my side.

A week later, Alpha Archer came. They informed me an Alpha was visiting, and the entire staff straightened their backs like royalty had arrived.

When he entered the room, he looked irritated. Impatient.

“Where’s my son?” he demanded immediately.

My son. Now he was yours?

The words burned my tongue, but I swallowed them. If I lost control, they would extend my stay here. So I said nothing.

He stepped closer to the table. “Freya, where is Liam?”

I looked at him calmly.

“You have no right to hide him from me,” he continued, anger building in his voice. “Did you send him to Crescent Pack? To your parents? Did you hide him there?”

Crescent Pack. My parents. The pack I abandoned for him.

“Did you fucking hide him there?” he growled.

I lifted my eyes to meet his. “Why don’t you ask Allison?” I replied evenly. “She seems to know everything. And you believe everything she says.”

His jaw clenched. For a moment, I thought he might grab me. Instead, he slammed his hand on the table and stormed out.

Not long after, Allison came. She brought Wallace with her. He looked perfectly fine. No bandages. No visible injuries. Not even a limp.

Allison sat across from me with that same fragile expression.

“Poor you,” she said softly. “I told you before, you should have lessened your alcohol intake.”

She was trying to provoke me. I knew it. I kept my hands folded on the table.I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

Wallace climbed onto the chair beside her, swinging his legs. That was when I saw it. The teddy bear in his arms. Brown. Worn. Stitched slightly at one ear.

My breath caught. On the small patch near its paw was embroidered a name. Liam.

My body moved before my mind could stop it.

I stood up so abruptly the chair screeched against the floor. I reached across the table and grabbed the bear.

“That’s mine,” Wallace whined, immediately bursting into tears.

“No,” I said, my voice shaking. “This belonged to Liam. This is my son’s.”

Allison’s eyes widened in fake shock. “Freya, what are you doing? Give that back to Wallace!”

“It’s Liam’s!” I cried. “It was his favorite!”

The last thing he held. The last thing he touched.

Allison stood up, trying to pull it from my hands. “Are you insane? He’s just a child!”

Footsteps thundered behind us. It was Alpha Archer. He was also there… he came with them. Like a freaking family.

“What’s happening?” he demanded.

Wallace ran to him crying. “Daddy! She took my bear!”

Allison quickly stepped beside Alpha Archer, wrapping an arm around Wallace.

“Freya just grabbed it from him,” she said tearfully. “He’s traumatized enough.”

The Alpha turned to me, fury blazing in his eyes. “It’s just a damn bear,” he snapped.

“It’s Liam’s,” I whispered. “It was his.”

“I gave Wallace Liam’s toys,” Alpha Archer said coldly. “You were hiding him anyway. The toys were just cluttering the packhouse.”

Cluttering. My son’s belongings were clutter.

Something inside me exploded. “Those were Liam’s!” I shouted. “You had no right!”

I wanted to scream that it was the last memory I had of him. That he died holding it. But the words wouldn’t come out.

Suddenly, Allison reached for the bear again. “Give it back,” she hissed quietly, her tears gone.

I tightened my grip. “No.”

That was when Alpha Archer lost his patience.

“For Goddess’ sake,” he muttered, stepping forward. He grabbed the teddy bear himself, trying to pull it away from both of us.

For a split second, the three of us were tugging at it.

Then I heard it. A ripping sound. The fabric tore down the middle. The stuffing spilled out like white snow. The bear snapped in half.

Everything went silent. I stared at the two pieces in Alpha Archer’s hands.

My heart felt exactly the same. Torn open. Empty.

Wallace cried louder. Allison gasped dramatically, and Alpha Archer looked annoyed.

But all I saw was my son’s name, now separated by a jagged tear. That was the last thing Liam ever held. And now even that was destroyed.