Alpha's Craving For My Love — Novel

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is a whirlwind of emotions, each one sharper than the last. Skylar has spent seven long years trying to keep her relationship with Ethan afloat, but with every passing day, he seems to drift further away. The moment she discovers his betrayal, a lace bra tucked carelessly in his closet, is the catalyst that ignites her resolve to break free from the man who has become a stranger.

As she navigates the fallout of their crumbling relationship, Skylar grapples with the haunting memories of what once was. Can she truly leave behind the life they built together, especially when Ethan's every word feels tinged with negligence? When he casually dismisses her pain and focuses on his new assistant, Skylar must confront the heartbreaking reality that she might have been fighting for a love that never truly existed.

With each interaction, tension mounts—will she have the strength to walk away for good? Or will the undeniable pull of their shared past keep her tethered to the Alpha who has left her heartbroken? In a world where loyalty is paramount, can Skylar reclaim her identity and find the love she deserves?

Alpha's Craving For My LoveChapter 1: Breaking Up With Alpha

When I lost my pup in a rogue attack, Ethan just happened to be there, driving by with his assistant, Fiona, in the passenger seat. He saw my blood-soaked dress, and instead of stopping to help or even offering a shred of concern, he shielded Fiona’s eyes and muttered, "Bad luck. Don’t look." Then he sped off.

I tended to my wound by providing first aid and went to the healers.

That same night, I found something that confirmed everything I had been ignoring for months. As I opened the closet door in Alpha's house, a lace bra—one that wasn’t mine—was stuffed in the corner.

I calmly closed the closet and dialed a number. “Mr. Reed, I’ve made my decision. I can start at your company next week.”

“Wonderful news, Skylar! We’re excited to have you on board!” He replied, his voice cheerful.

The moment I hung up, Ethan walked out of the bathroom. His damp hair clung to his face, his skin still wet from the shower. He used to be quick—five minutes at most. Now, his showers lasted half an hour, his phone was always in hand.

“Who were you talking to?” He asked without looking up from his phone, his tone dismissive, as usual.