To Love the Alpha Who Wears My Mate’s Heart Chapter 02
Mia pressed her lips together and said nothing.
The answer was written all over her face.
Ryan looked like he’d just been slapped–his cheeks burning with shame.
All these years, he’d convinced himself she was a gold
digger who’d sold out their love. That’s why he hadn’t stopped her when she left.
And now he realized they’d wasted years because of his own damn pride.
“Mia… I was wrong.”
He leaned in, brushing a tentative kiss against her forehead.
She turned her head, just slightly, and his lips met air.
Ryan stood there, frozen, blindsided by her rejection.
Since when did Mia say no to him?
Jason was still laughing, rubbing it in–how Ryan had
thrown away the one person who actually loved him.
Ryan’s fists clenched. He spun around and drove a punch
straight into Jason’s face.
Jason staggered, then grabbed a wine bottle and swung it
at Ryan’s head while his back was turned.
A waiter lunged in and took the hit for him. But shards of
glass flew everywhere, and one of them sliced Ryan’s cheek.
I rushed forward, grabbing Ryan’s arm to hold him back.
Before I could even touch his wound, he shoved me to the ground.
“Who told you to get in my way?” he snarled. Then his eyes narrowed. “Amelia… you set this whole thing up, didn’t
you? You brought these people here to harass her.”
I stared up at him, stunned. Three years sleeping beside
this man, and this is what he thought of me.
“Ryan…”
His brow twitched, his face going dark.
Then Mia stepped between us, throwing her arms around
Ryan. “Ryan, I’m scared. Take me home, please?”
He hesitated for a beat, then pulled her close. Gave her
shoulder a reassuring pat and scooped her up with one arm, carrying her out the door.
I was left standing there, alone.
On our third anniversary, my mate had just made up with his first love.
That night, a photo of Ryan and Mia kissing in the snow
blew up on Twitter. The comments were flooded with congratulations.
[Alpha Ryan finally found his fated mate!]
[Long live true love! The old mate should break the bond already!]
Ryan liked that comment.
When I saw it, I almost laughed.
The one calling herself true love was the other woman.
The one who wasn’t loved was the real mate.
And Ryan actually bought into that crap.
He was rotten to the core.
Some Twitter users were calling for me to get out of the
Silver Moon Pack.
A low–born Omega had no right to be Luna of a powerful
pack. Some of the pack’s business partners were dragging
Ryan instead.
[Honestly, who’d want to do business with a man who
cheats on his mate? He’ll stab you in the back too.]
[It’s such a tragedy for his mate. Three whole years and
she still couldn’t win his heart.]
Thanks to Ryan, Silver Moon Corp’s stock was tanking.
The PR team waited all night for me to clean up the mess
like I always did. When I didn’t, one of the pack Elders
called me directly,
“Luna Amelia, just post a photo on Twitter. Say the Alpha
is with you at the pack house.”
I stared at the photos on my phone and said flatly, “I don’t
have any photos of him anymore.”
“What? You have thousands in your-”
The Elder stopped mid–sentence. He understood and let
out a long sigh.
“Forget it. Handle it yourselves.”
He was wrong. Ryan never handled anything.
He was too busy soaking in his first love’s warmth, waiting
for me to clean up his mess, just like always.
When I didn’t, he finally called.
I ignored him. Instead, I asked my lawyer to finalize the
bond dissolution agreement.
The phone rang a few times, then stopped.
A text came in.
[Amelia, don’t be dramatic. I can’t give you love, but you’re
still Luna for now. When we break the bond, you don’t
want to walk away with less money, do you?]
Reading those words, I suddenly realized that every
attempt I’d made over the past three years had been pointless.
He was never Matthew. Even if Matthew’s heart beat inside his chest.
I didn’t want his money.
All I wanted was Matthew’s heart. The one Ryan was carrying right now.