One Week to Destroy My Alpha

The memory hit me like a physical blow—Damien's fingers intertwined with mine as we swayed to the sultry jazz in that exclusive nightclub, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered promises that felt like gospel truth.

"You're everything to me, Selene," he'd murmured, his Alpha presence wrapping around me like a protective cocoon. "My omega, my future Luna."

I'd believed every word. God help me, I'd believed it all.

The candlelit evening in his penthouse living room flashed next—rose petals scattered across marble floors, champagne bubbling in crystal flutes, and Damien on one knee with that stunning engagement ring catching the flickering light.

"Marry me," he'd said, his dark eyes intense and seemingly sincere. "Let me give you the family you've always wanted. The belonging you deserve."

My heart had soared. After years of being the orphaned omega, the charity case absorbed into the Blackwood Pack for political convenience, I finally had someone who saw me as worthy of love. When I'd whispered yes through tears of joy, I thought I'd found my fairytale ending.

But fairytales, I learned, were just pretty lies wrapped in silk.

The gym's harsh fluorescent lights brought me crashing back to reality. I'd finished my evening workout, muscles burning pleasantly from the exertion, when I rounded the corner toward the locker rooms. That's when I saw them.

Damien had Isabelle Vance pressed against the wall, his mouth devouring hers with a hunger I'd never seen him show me. Her manicured fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as soft moans escaped her lips. The Beta's legs wrapped around his waist, and I watched in frozen horror as my fiancé's hands roamed her body with intimate familiarity.

This wasn't a moment of weakness. This was practiced. Comfortable. Real.

I stumbled backward, my gym bag hitting the floor with a dull thud. Neither of them noticed. They were too lost in each other, too consumed by whatever twisted passion had been burning between them while I played the devoted, naive omega.

My feet carried me away before my brain could process the full devastation. I found myself on the elevator, then somehow in my car, driving aimlessly through the city streets as my world crumbled around me.

The next betrayal came three days later. I'd gone to Damien's penthouse to surprise him with dinner—homemade pasta, his favorite wine, wearing the silk dress he'd bought me for our six-month anniversary. I'd wanted to pretend everything was normal, that what I'd seen was just a nightmare.

The elevator opened directly into his living space, and I heard their voices before I saw them. They were on the rooftop terrace, silhouetted against the city skyline.

"She's so pathetically grateful for any scrap of attention," Isabelle's voice carried on the evening breeze, dripping with cruel amusement. "Does she actually believe you love her?"

Damien's laugh was cold, calculating. "Love? She's a political acquisition, nothing more. Her old pack's territory was valuable, and absorbing their orphaned omega sealed the