The Alpha's Broken Mate

Chapter Two

I moved quickly down the corridor, looking for my dad. For some reason, I felt an uneasy knot tighten in my stomach. My heart hammered as I searched, hoping to find my father before I started spiraling.

I didn’t want to assume the worst, but something felt off.

Where could he be?

I climbed the stairs, peeking into each room as I passed, yet every one was empty. At a point, I started to feel frustrated. Just as I was about to turn back, i heard a muffled sound. It sounded like.... Moaning?

I froze, staring into space in disbelief. Those sounds were coming from the guest room at the end of the hallway, a room we rarely used, a room that was always locked. But the noises were unmistakable. They were pretty obvious.

My pulse sounded so loudly in my ears as I walked closer. . I reached the door, my hand trembling as I turned the knob and pushed it open.

What I saw stole the breath from my lungs.

There, on the bed, was my father with Ann, my mother’s best friend. They were locked in each other’s arms, having s*x.

For a split second, I couldn’t move. It was as if the ground had opened beneath me, and I was falling through some twisted reality I didn’t recognize.

A wave of nausea spread through me as a sharp. I felt like throwing up at the sight of them. I couldn't help the anger that I felt. I felt as if I’d been punched in the gut. My mother had only been gone for a week.

Was this their idea of grieving?

“Dad!” I called out, my voice breaking.

They pulled apart, flinching as they noticed me standing there. My father’s face twisted with anger, not shame.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

I laughed bitterly “What am I doing here? Your wife was just buried, Dad. You didn’t even attend her funeral, and now I know why.”

Ann clutched a blanket to her chest, her eyes wide with shock. I felt a so much hatred as I looked at her, this woman I had thought of as family.

“You,” I hissed at her “You were practically my mother’s sister. You’re nothing but a—a traitor and a whore.”

My father’s face hardened as he stepped protectively in front of Ann.

“Don’t you dare speak to her like that,” he snarled.

“Don’t speak to her like that?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You’re defending her?”

I could barely contain the anger I felt inside me. “How long, Dad? How long have you been doing this behind Mom’s back?”

Their silence told me everything I needed to know. I felt tears pricking at the back of my eyes. An ache spread in my chest as I realized what was happening. They've been having an affair for a while now.

But why? How could he do this to my mom? She loved him.

“I hate you both,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You’re both disgusting.”

“Get out!” my father barked.

I turned and ran, slamming the door behind me. I ran down the stairs, barely able to see through the tears that blurred my vision. My mind raced with a thousand questions, none of which had answers that I wanted to face.

Just as I entered the living room, my six-year-old brother, Mason, came running toward me. His small arms wrapped tightly around my waist in a hug.

“Hey, buddy,” I murmured, forcing a smile. I had to be strong for him.

“Where’s Dad?” Mason asked, looking up at me with those wide adorable eyes of his.

I swallowed, quickly wiping away my tears. “He’s… busy. You’ll see him soon, okay?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my father rejoin the guests, wiping at his eyes as they consoled him. The sight filled me with a new wave of disgust. A traitor, playing the part of the grieving husband.

I shook my head, feeling more disappointed than I’d ever felt in my life.

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The day after the funeral, I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind was heavy with everything I’d seen and heard. I couldn’t bring myself to go to school; I didn’t want to see anyone or pretend I was okay. Nothing felt okay. My mom was gone and she was never coming back.

By evening, I learned that Ann and her stepson, Jack, had moved into our house. I could barely breathe as I took in the news. Grief and anger tore me apart.

How could they be so shameless?

I cried until I felt numb. The feeling of betrayal was too much to bear.

A loud banging on my door shattered my thoughts. “Get up and make breakfast,” my father’s voice boomed from the hallway.

My heart raced as his footsteps receded. My father and I had never been close. I was an afterthought to him, something tolerated but not loved. I could feel it even more now, now that my mother was gone. He didn’t have to pretend anymore.

I took a shaky breath, trying to push back the fear and sadness I felt. I couldn’t let them see me break.

I made my way to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. My hands trembled as I boiled spaghetti. When I brought the plates to the dining room, I saw them—my father and Ann, sitting together, laughing softly and sharing kisses like they hadn’t just destroyed everything I held dear. They were acting like everything was okay, like my mom hadn't just died.

My stomach twisted as I placed their plates in front of them. While pouring water into Ann’s glass, my hand slipped, and the water spilled onto her dress.

“Sorry,” I mumbled quickly.

“You little b***h!” she spat.

Before I could say anything else, she stood up and slapped me hard across the face. My cheek stung, and I moved back, clutching my face in shock.

“I-I didn’t mean to—” I whispered. .

She leaned closer “I know you did that on purpose. Get used to it, because I’m here to stay. Understand?”

I turned to my father, hoping he would defend me or something. “Dad… please… are you really going to let her treat me like this?”

He wouldn’t even look at me.

“Go to your room,” he muttered coldly.

The tears finally spilled over, and I fled, leaving them behind as I ran down the hall. Anger, sadness, and betrayal settled inside me, suffocating me. This was my new reality, and I had no one left to turn to.

As I closed the door to my room, I slid down to the floor as I cried. I didn’t know how I’d survive this, how I’d get through each day with the two of them here, parading their twisted love in front of me.

I wrapped my arms around myself, desperately wishing I could wake up from this nightmare. But no matter how tightly I closed my eyes, I knew this was no dream.

This was my life now.

And I have to deal with it.