Alphas' Proud Mate novel Chapter 55

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<exas ya emaile your point. Mes suffered. But you deserve peace now You don’t need to carry bank with jeans Lat hem ges

She slowly gadi, he hands back eyes dropping to the floor “It’s not that easy, fed ko that man bir year. A woman like me doesn’t get

6 har er we don’t get second chances. There’s he one out there waiting to love me. I’d to come stuk of thes

Stake Boy heart fiercely $40. You are not too old. You don’t need anyone waiting for you. You don’t need a mas to validate your existence.”

Stres, eyes brimming

your’re doing this for yourself, stum. Not tar some fairytale ending Beta Logan gave up on you for this own sailfish comfort. It’s time you give up on him for you, kccept the rejection and finally be free”

Silence bangs between

Then, after what feels like forever, she lifts her chin and nods. “You’re right.”

x you want me to go with you?

She shakes her head, “en fil do it alone it’s my burden to release. I’m disgusted with myself for even hesitating”

wrap my arms around her again and wheugier into her hair. “You’ve got this, you’re stronger than he ever dieserved.”

And this time, she toith me even tighter.

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Chapter 55

It’s dinnertime but still no sign of Mum. Or Jack.

pace by the window for what feels like the tenth time, chewing the inside of my cheek. My mind keeps circling back to her–Did she do it? Did she finally reject that man?

I need her to have done it.

Because if she didn’t, I can’t hurt him. I can’t do a damn thing to that man without dragging her down with him–she’ll feel every ounce of pain inflict. And that’s the only reason he’s still breathing.

But if she did…

Then it’s finally my turn.

And I want revenge. I need it. I need him to suffer–but not at the cost of my mother’s peace.

The scent of roasted meat and herbs fills the hallway as I step into the dining room. My eyebrows lift at the sight before me.

Diana–Luna Diana–is hunched over the table, working. Sweat glistens on her forehead, and her hands tremble slightly as she arranges the silverware alongside a few other omegas. Her once–pristine hair is tied back in a limp bun, and there are dark shadows under her eyes. It’s been barely a day since we took over, and already she looks… aged. Worn. Pathetic.

I smirk as i glide into the room like a queen on her throne, sliding into my seat at the head of the table.

“Well, well,” I purr, crossing my legs. “What a sight. Diana, Luna of the Red Night Pack, reduced to setting my table. If only the Moon Goddess could see you now.”

Diana doesn’t respond. She just lowers her head. The silver streaks in her hair look like they’ve doubled since yesterday.

“Let’s not forget your most important task,” I add sweetly. “Taste it.”

She glances up in panic. “What?”

I lean forward, resting my chin on my hand. “You heard me. Take the first bite. You didn’t think you’d escape tasting the food, did you?”

Her jaw tightens, but she gives a small nod. Her hands tremble as she lifts a spoon to her lips. It’s piping hot–I know it is because the steam curls up from

the bowl like smoke.

I wait.

One second. Two.

The moment the stew touches her tongue, she jerks back with a shriek, clutching her mouth. “It’s–ah! It’s hot!” she cries, frantically fanning her face.

“Oh no, poor thing.” I pick up a glass of water and smile. “Here, let me help.”

And with a casual flick, I toss the water in her face.

The cold shock hits her, and she gasps, sputtering

Ilaugh. Loudly. Shamelessly. “That helped, didn’t it?”

The other omegas freeze, unsure whether to laugh or cry, but no one dares move.

I chuckle darkly, reclining in my seat, fully satisfied. Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps reaches my ears, and my head turns instinctively.

Jack walks in–tall, imposing–and the tight set of his jaw instantly kills my laughter.

He strides over and sits beside me, and now I can see it clearly–exhaustion, tension burning just beneath the surface. He looks like he’s been through

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He turns to me, eyes burning with conviction.

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