The Alpha Went Wild after I Dumped Him

Seylah's POV

I stood outside Alpha Daemon’s office, my heart pounding in my chest. I had lost count of how many times I had tried to talk to him lately, but each attempt was met with the same cold indifference.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The Alpha was behind his desk, papers scattered around him. His dark eyes flicked up to me for the briefest moment, before returning to whatever pack matters held his attention.

"Alpha," I began softly, closing the door behind me, "we need to talk."

"Not now, Seylah." His voice was flat, dismissive. It was the same tone he had used for weeks now.

"I’m not leaving until you listen to me." My wolf stirred inside me, bristling at the way he barely acknowledged my presence. I was his Luna-to-be. I had every right to demand his attention.

He finally looked up, leaning back in his chair, eyes filled with impatience. "What is it?"

I hesitated, gathering my thoughts. How do I even start? "We’re drifting apart, Alpha," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "I can feel it. Things haven’t been the same between us."

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Is it about Zaira again? Zaira has always been part of my life, Seylah. You knew that."

"Not like this." I stepped closer, feeling my frustration bubbling over. "You spend more time with her than you do with me. Every time I see you, she’s there, between us."

Daemon’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. "Zaira and I are friends. You need to get used to that. You’re overreacting."

Overreacting? My wolf growled low in my chest, but I kept my voice steady. "Overreacting? Alpha, she’s wearing my clothes, she’s taking over moments that should belong to us. You haven’t been by my side in weeks!"

He stood up suddenly, towering over me, his Alpha presence commanding the space. "She’s family, Seylah. You’re going to have to learn to live with it. End of discussion."

The weight of his words hit me like a punch to the gut. Learn to live with it? My breath caught in my throat as I fought to keep my emotions in check. I had come here hoping to fix things, but it felt like I was talking to a stranger.

"Alpha, I’m trying…" My voice wavered. "I’m trying to understand, but this isn’t how partners should be. We’re supposed to trust each other. But it feels like you’ve already replaced me with her."

"Don’t be ridiculous, Seylah." He waved his hand dismissively. "Zaira’s not replacing anyone. She’s just… helping."

Helping? I wanted to scream. "Helping with what? By undermining me? By taking over my place before I’ve even had a chance to be your Luna? How can you do this to me, royal?"

Daemon’s face darkened. "That’s enough. You’re being insecure, and it’s beneath you."

"Insecure?" I let out a bitter laugh. "Maybe if you acted like I mattered, I wouldn’t be insecure!"

The silence that followed was thick and tense. Daemon’s gaze was hard, unyielding, as if I was the problem here as if I was being unreasonable. But how could I not feel this way when Zaira was everywhere? When she was in every room, every conversation, every stolen glance?

"Go to bed, Seylah," Daemon finally said, his voice low and commanding. "I’m done talking about this."

Perhaps, I should have left him the moment I saw them hugging on the day he proposed to me.

***

Later, I sat in the dark of my room, staring at nothing, my mind numb. Elara’s words echoed in my head, warning me of Zaira’s true intentions. Elara was the only friend I made in Fireclaw Pack.

"Seylah, she’s not innocent," Elara had said to me just days ago. "Zaira knows exactly what she’s doing. She wants the Alpha, and she’s using every trick in the book to get him."

The knock on my door startled me. For a moment, hope flared in my chest—maybe it was Daemon, coming to apologize, to finally see reason.

But when I opened the door, it was Elara. She slipped inside, her expression serious.

"How did it go?" she asked, but the answer was written all over my face.

"Exactly how you’d expect," I muttered, sinking onto the edge of the bed. "He doesn’t see it, Elara. He doesn’t care. He thinks I’m being insecure."

Elara sighed, sitting beside me. "Daemon’s being blind, but you’re not powerless, Seylah. You don’t have to just sit back and let this happen."

I looked at her, feeling helpless. "What can I do? I’ve tried everything."

"You are his future Luna. You’re stronger than this. Don’t let Zaira push you out of what’s yours. I have a bad feeling about that woman. Or better yet, if you don't even love Alpha Daemon, leave him while you still can."

Elara was right. I wasn’t powerless.