Swapped Daughter of the Alpha

Remi's POV

I sat at the desk in the quiet corner of my bedroom, the weight of everything pressing on me. The pain, the betrayal, the rage—it all boiled together, clouding my thoughts. I had to do this. I had to leave, and for once, I wasn’t going to look back.

The pen shook in my hand as I began to write. It was hard to find the right words, but I knew I couldn’t leave without saying something. Something to Eros. Something to him that would mark the end of everything I had ever thought was real between us.

I began to write:

Eros,

I couldn’t stand this anymore. I’m done here. You’ve destroyed every part of me I thought you loved. I can’t pretend anymore, not for you, not for anyone. I’m leaving. For good.

You don’t know, do you? You didn’t even care to notice. I’m pregnant. A week ago, I was at that damn gift box, trying to surprise you with my pregnancy, and you were too busy thinking about Daisy. The one you were so eager to have beside you, the one who took my place, the one you’ve made me nothing but a shadow in comparison to.

I always thought that you loved me, that we had something special. But now, I see it for what it was. Five years of my life—our life—meant nothing to you. The moments we shared together, the love I gave you, were nothing but garbage to you.

I know you’ve grown sick of me. I know I’m boring, I know I’m not her. I don’t have what she does. But now, you don’t need to endure me anymore, because I’m leaving. I’m walking away from everything, from you, from your lies, from this place.

Goodbye, Eros. For the last time.

Forever,

Remi

I stared at the letter, my heart torn in every direction. It wasn’t just the end of a relationship—it was the end of everything I had known, everything I had fought for. A part of me wanted to keep fighting, to demand answers, to scream at him for everything he had put me through. But I knew deep down that there would be no point. There was nothing left here for me.

I folded the letter carefully and placed it in the box, alongside the divorce agreement I had prepared earlier. The weight of the documents in the box felt almost symbolic. This was it—the final step.

I looked around the room, the space that once held so many memories, now only a place of torment. The scent of Daisy lingered in the air, tainting everything. It made my stomach churn, but I had no time for this. I couldn’t stay here any longer. It was time to go.

I carried the box down the stairs and out the back door, slipping through the packhouse and towards the office building where the Alpha’s office was located. I needed to make sure this box—this final piece of my past—was somewhere Eros could find immediately.

The walk to the Alpha office was quiet, my steps echoing in the stillness. Later, after leaving this pack, as soon as the timer sets off—the packhouse will be a literal burning hell so I had to place these papers somewhere out of the fire.

The house would burn down tonight. I had set the timer before leaving, and the house would go up in flames once I was far away, out of reach. There was no turning back now.

I reached the office and placed the box on the desk, hidden behind stacks of papers. With one last glance at the office, I turned and walked away, heading straight for the airport.

As I boarded the plane, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the final chapter of my life here. It wasn’t just the end of my relationship with Eros. It was the end of everything. I didn’t belong here anymore, not in the pack, not in this house. Not with him.

As I took my seat and strapped myself in, my thoughts drifted. I could feel the weight of my decision settling on my chest. It wasn’t just the fire I had set. It was the life I was leaving behind.

Then, something caught my attention. On the large screen in the airport terminal, a news report flashed. The royal family was making headlines. It was a story about the king and queen searching for their real daughter—their stolen daughter.

I froze. The royal family had been searching for their real daughter for over 20 years. She was taken from them right after birth, and they had never stopped looking for her. They claimed to have seen a birthmark on her left wrist—a sign of her true identity.

I glanced down at my own left wrist, the wrist where I had always known there was a small mark, a crescent-shaped birthmark. My mind raced, but I quickly shook my head. No, it couldn’t be. It was just a coincidence, wasn’t it?

But my thoughts couldn’t settle. I kept staring at the screen, my heart pounding. I ignored the thought, pushing it aside. There was no way it was true. It was just some random coincidence, a random birthmark. Before I could think about it any further, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at the screen, and my heart sank.

Eros.

I refused to answer.

The buzzing intensified. The messages came in, flooding my phone. “Our house is on fire. Are you in the house? Answer me immediately. What’s going on?”

Then another one. “I knew you weren’t in the house. Where are you? Come back now. Daisy’s suddenly so ill. I heard you have the Moonstone. You can help her. You need to come back right now.”

I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Still asking for the Moonstone? Still asking me to sacrifice everything for them?They hadn’t changed, and they never would. They were just using me.

The next message came, more frantic than the others. “What’s with the divorce agreement? I don’t remember signing this. What’s going on? Listen, I can explain. Come back. I can explain everything.”

I scoffed. Explain? Now he wanted to explain?

Another message. “Why can’t I feel the mate bond anymore? Why does it feel so distant? Where are you?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I blocked him without hesitation, cutting off all ties. The mate bond? It was broken the moment he chose Daisy over me.

I leaned back in my seat, staring out the window as the plane began to taxi down the runway. I had done it. I had left everything behind.

I was finally free.

And I would never go back.