Chapter 15
Ivy’s POV
The outrage bubbled in my chest, a hot, furious liquid that threatened to scald my throat. How could he? How dare he? I couldn’t wrap my head around it. One minute, I was bathed in the warmth of Vincent’s presence, dancing with my fated mate, finally feeling a connection
I was
that resonated deep in my soul. The next heing dragged through a chaotic, dimly lit ballroom by the very man who had discarded
- me. Alpha Ethan. My ex–Alpha !
He had actually picked me. Not Farah, the woman he supposedly loved, the woman carrying his pup. Me. The one he’d cheated on, publicly shamed, and then thrown into a dungeon. Why the hell did he keep pulling me away from Alpha Vincent? Why did he keep acting like this? It made no sense, and it pissed me off more than anything
The Alpha King’s garden. It was supposed to be ethereal, a place of beauty and tranquility. But I felt nothing but disgust. The delicate scent of moonpetal blossoms, the soft glow of fairy lights woven through ancient trees–it was all lost on me. All I could feel was the burning rage directed at the man standing opposite me, his chest heaving, his eyes still wild from the scramble.
I faced him, finally, my voice trembling with suppressed fury. “Why the fuck did you choose me instead of Farah?” Is dripping with contempt. “What the hell are you thinking, Alpha?”
spat, the words
He just stood there, staring at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He couldn’t even answer me. The silence stretched, thick with his confusion, his own shock. My frustration spiked. How could he be so damn clueless?”
His gaze hardened, a flicker of his old arrogance returning. “Why?” he snarled, his voice rough. “You want to be with that son of a bitch? You disappeared on me all of a sudden, and then suddenly you have another Alpha with you?“!
My jaw dropped. The nerve. His anger? His confusion? “Why do you care?” I scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “You wanted to get rid of me so bad, right? You were fucking her while married to me, Alpha. You loved her so dearly, and you treated me like trash.” My voice cracked, despite my efforts to keep it steady. The raw hurt, years of it, bubbled to the surface. “I loved you all along, Ethan, I really did. And now that I no longer feel shit, you’re acting like this? You wanted me gone! Just let me stay gone!”
His eyes were bloodshot, strained, and he shook his head, a desperate denial. “Who told you I want you gone? I didn’t even know how ! signed the agreement to end our damn marriage!”
I laughed, a harsh, sarcastic sound that grated in the quiet garden. “Because you’re not even paying attention to me!” I accused, my voice nising “You were too busy fucking with Farah, so fuck with her forever! Leave me the fuck alone!” My wolf was roaring, a primal scream of rage and betrayal “Be happy with her like the fuck I care! Just leave me alone with my mate and just live happily with Farah and your baby
The words poured out, a torrent of all the pain and humiliation he had inflicted. “It irks me seeing you, Alpha. After all the things you’ve Cone. After you cheated on me multiple times. After you made me feel less! So leave me! I don’t want to see you! You’re no one to me
He stood there, stunned, his head bowed. It was as if my words were finally sinking in, one by one, each syllable a heavy stone dropped onto his thick skull. His shoulders slumped, and for a fleeting second, I saw a flicker of genuine hurt, of true remorse. But it was too little, too late. Years too late.
I pushed him away, a forceful shove to his chest, wanting to create distance, wanting to be free of his suffocating presence. But he was faster. His hand shot out, clamping around my wrist, preventing my escape. Our eyes met again, and in his, I saw something desperate, something I hadn’t seen in a long, long time. Possessiveness N
Then he spoke, his voice low, raw, and utterly shocking. Til take you back from him?
A cold, hard glare was my only response. My wolf, snarling, prepared for a fight. “Dreams on,” I bit out, my voice laced with pure venom. The audacity. The sheer arrogance of it all. He thought he could just waltz back into my life, back into my heart, after all he’d done? After rd finally found solace, found a connection that was pure and true?!
My world had been shattered by him, piece by agonizing piece. And now, as I stood in this beautiful, cursed garden, his desperate words were nothing but noise, a pathetic attempt to reclaim something he never deserved. He was still stuck in his delusional world, a world where I was his to discard and reclaim at will. But that world was gone. I had burned it down. And I was never, ever going back.
