Dumped by the Alpha, I Became His Uncle's Wife

I'm here, in this dimly lit, opulent office of Alpha Asher.

A concealed door creaked open.

Rows of provocative costumes hung from ornate racks.

Kinky props, from leather restraints to jeweled whips, were artfully arranged on polished shelves, as if they were some kind of twisted art collection.

I look down at myself, clad in this tight - fitting leather outfit that feels like it's been painted onto my skin.

The pants hug my curves in a way that's both sinfully alluring and utterly demeaning. The top is a flimsy excuse for clothing, leaving my chest half - exposed, and the cut is so daring that I can feel the chill in the air on parts of me that should never be seen.

As the sultry, hypnotic music pulses through the air, its rhythm like a siren's call from the depths of hell, I begin to move. My body is stiff at first, but slowly, I start to undulate in a slow, sensuous dance.

It's a strip - tease.

I can see Alpha Asher lounging in a large, ornate chair that's more like a throne. He's watching me with a look of pure, unadulterated amusement.

A cigarette dangles from his lips, and the thin tendrils of smoke curl around his face like serpents.

He picks up a long, thick candle.

The wax, already starting to melt from the heat of the nearby lamp, drips slowly onto the polished wooden table.

With a slow, deliberate movement that's almost torturous in its slowness, he tilts the candle over my exposed chest.

The hot wax, like liquid fire, drips onto my skin, and I let out a sharp, involuntary cry of pain. "It hurts!"

He leans forward and grabs me by the neck.

His fingers dig into my soft flesh, leaving behind angry red marks, and he pulls me towards him with such force that I stumble. His lips crash onto mine in a rough, possessive kiss.

"Suck it," he growls.

He then pushes my head down forcefully, pressing me beneath his body.

And then, a few moments later, he lets out a deep, satisfied moan.

There's a sudden, sharp knock at the door.

His eyes still clouded with pleasure and a hint of annoyance at the interruption, he quickly yanks me to the side, as if I'm nothing more than a discarded toy.

He adjusts his clothes with a nonchalant air.

The assistant enters the room. His gaze lingers on me, huddled on the side, my body covered in fresh burns from the wax and the red welts of the whip. A sneer of contempt curls his lips.

Everyone in the Shattered Dreams Pack knew I was once the goddess - like figure, as pure and innocent as the full moon. I used to blush at the mere thought of talking to a man.

But now, I've become the talk of the town - a so - called "slut", a plaything that Alpha Asher can discard at a moment's notice.

All because of a single sentence from him: "I'm bored with innocence. Give me something new."

He bends down, snatches a piece of cloth from the side, and hurls it at me. "Get out!"

Staggering out of that hellish place, I make my way home.

The streets are a blur of lights and shadows, and the cold, damp air seeps into my bones. I'm so lost in my own misery that I almost don't hear my phone ring.

"Eight years. I'm done playing," Alpha Asher's voice cuts through the silence, . "Let's break up."

Before I can even begin to wrap my head around the magnitude of his callous declaration, another voice crackles over the line, a guttural, menacing growl that sends a jolt of pure terror coursing through my veins. "Your dad owes five million in gambling debts. If he doesn't pay up, we're gonna chop off his hand."

"No! Please, I don't have the money right now," I plead. "Give me a month. I'll find a way."

"Don't think we don't know you're Alpha Asher's woman. And you don't have any money? Been getting played for all these years for free, huh?" A burst of mocking laughter follows.

"One last week, if you can't colle money, collect your dad's dead body."

The cold rain that's been falling all along now feels like knives slashing at my skin. Eight years. Eight long years with Alpha Asher, and he's given me nothing.

I find myself standing on the bank of a river, the dark, churning water below seeming like a beckoning abyss, a final escape from this living hell.

The thought of ending it all, of just taking that one final step, is so tempting. I close my eyes, ready to let go.

"Will you consider being my luna?"

I feel a strong hand grab my arm, pulling me back from the edge.

I look up to see a figure standing over me, an umbrella shielding me from the rain.

I'm led to a coffee shop by Alpha George, the alpha of the Lightning Pack and Alpha Asher's uncle.

"I know this might seem sudden, but I need a luna. After careful consideration, I believe you're the most suitable candidate," he says.

I stare at him, dumbfounded.

He leans forward earnestly. "I know about your father's debt. I have my reasons for needing a luna, and I think we can help each other. I can pay off the five - million debt. In return, I only ask for your companionship and commitment to this marriage."

I'm shocked.

I'm acutely aware of who he is: Alpha George, the alpha who rules the Lightning Pack with an iron fist. His reputation for swift, unyielding decisions precedes him, and the very thought of him sends a shiver down my spine.

Yet, in the suffocating darkness of my current situation, he's the solitary glimmer of hope.

I finally steel my nerves and make my decision. "I'll do it,".

Moments later, I find myself in his luxurious car on my way home.

Before he leaves, he hands me a simple card with his details.

"One week. Sort everything out and come to me,"

I managed to scrape together enough money to pay off those ruthless loan sharks. Just as I was trying to catch my breath, my father, reeking of alcohol, burst into my place and dragged me to an exhibition.

"What on earth are we doing here, Dad?"

"Don't you get it? You've been with Alpha Asher for ages. I found out he'll be at this exhibition today. This is our chance! Make him marry you. Our family's future depends on it!" His eyes were wild

I immediately turned to leave.

I spun on my heel to leave. But at the door, I froze. There was Alpha Asher, arm - in - arm with Britney, their heads bent close, sharing private laughs.

At the sight of them, my father exploded. "You shameless hussy! How dare you steal my son - in - law!" he roared, pointing a shaking finger at Britney.

Tears welled in Britney's eyes, and Alpha Asher pulled her protectively close. "What the hell are you doing? Your daughter didn't tell you I'm done with her? I'm sick of her," he sneered.

"After eight years, you're dumping her? Who else would want her now?" my father bellowed, his voice echoing in the hall.

In an instant, all eyes in the hall turned towards us, and whispers and stifled laughter filled the air.

I felt the blood drain from my face, and my shoulders trembled involuntarily. I rushed forward and grabbed my father's hand, pleading in a low voice, "Dad, please, let's go home."

But he refused to budge, flailing his arms to break free and intent on causing more chaos. I was left with no choice but to hold him tightly and whisper in his ear.

"Is that true?" he asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"I promise, it's true. Now, please, go home,.

My father finally nodded and turned to leave, but Alpha Asher stepped in his way.

Just as my father turned to leave, Alpha Asher blocked his way. "Your drunk father scared my Alice. You think you can just leave?"

I looked at Britney, who was sobbing softly.

"My father was out of line. I'm so sorry. Please forgive him,"

Alpha Asher let out a cold chuckle. "Just an apology? Alice is so delicate. Even a raised voice scares her. How do you plan to make up for what your father did?"

Memories of Alpha Asher protecting me at a banquet three years ago flashed through my mind. Now, he was using the same words against me.

Fury and pain boiling over, I strode to the center of the room, where a large, ornate mirror hung. Without hesitation, I balled my fist and punched through the glass. The shattering sound silenced the whispers. Blood trickled down my hand, staining the carpet.

I turned to face Alpha Asher. "Is this enough to pay you back?"

I turned to push way through the crowd of onlookers, who were still buzzing with excitement.

But Alpha Asher called out. "What did you say to your father? Why did he leave so obediently?"

"None of your business,".

I walked out of the hall.

Back home,my phone pinged with a notification.

There was a post about Alpha Asher lavishing Britney with a gigantic, one - of - a - kind sky garden and the world - famous Heart of the Ocean diamond necklace as a proposal gift.

I reached up and touched my face, only to find it wet with tears.