Alpha King's Fake Mate Wants Out

Ethan Klein has never shown me a shred of tenderness despite being with me for three years.

He's the prestigious and untouchable Alpha King of Eclipse Kingdom. I, on the other hand, am just a fragile human replacement of his mate.

All the wolves know that Ethan's fated mate is my older sister, Nora Mueller, who has fled from the altar.

In the past three years, Ethan has shown me his wild and domineering side at night. But whenever he's done taking from me, he abandons me ruthlessly without a second thought.

I'm really tired of this life.

But one day, Nora, who has gone missing for three years, sends me a text to announce her eventual return.

The entire Kingdom can't wait to watch me humiliate myself. But the truth is, I'm secretly pleased when I see the text.

Finally, Ethan's fated mate is here to take over her responsibilities! There's hope for my busted hip!

In order to ensure that Ethan will break the bond with me, I send Ethan a few fabricated photos of me cheating on him under the guise of my lover.

"Ethan, I'll gladly take your replacement mate off your hands."

It was 3:00 am.

In the master bedroom of the palace, the air was thick with the scent of cedarwood and musk. That was the smell of an Alpha King after a passionate romp.

"Ugh…"

I lay there, limp on the disheveled bed, feeling as though a truck had run over me. I didn't even have the strength to move my fingers.

I turned to the male wolf, who was panting with his back to me.

Just a few minutes ago, he had pinned me down and pressed his scorching lips to my ear, growling over and over, "Freya, you're mine… only mine…"

His voice was so tender it almost made me believe that maybe his cold heart was actually beating for me.

I gave in again.

Maybe it was the hormones in the air messing with my head, but as I looked at his broad back, I felt a strange urge to touch his heaving spine. I even found myself longing for a hug, even if it only lasted a second.

"Ethan, I—"

But before my fingertips could brush his skin, the mattress beside me suddenly lightened.

Ethan Klein got up and climbed out of bed. There was no tenderness, no embrace, or even a single word of concern.

Under the wall lamp, I saw Ethan's broad shoulders and narrow waist as he walked away. His back was marked with red scratches from my loss of control.

He coldly glanced at my hand, which was still hovering awkwardly in the air.

At that moment, my heart sank.

I'd asked him before, naively, if those sweet words were real.

He had said, "Human, don't take the things said in bed seriously. That's just instinct."

The sound of a belt fastening snapped me back to reality. The sharp, cold click felt like the signal