The Heartless Alpha's Wife

A wide grin spread across her lips as she stepped out of the car and made her way to the front door. She retrieved the key but found it oddly resistant to turning. She tried again, frustration mounting as the lock refused to budge, until finally, with a forceful push, it relented.

She was there to surprise her fiancé, Evan Adams, a manager at the company where they both worked—a relationship that had lasted three years.

Erella sighed, reaching for her phone to call Evan, but he didn't pick up—a puzzling turn of events considering his assistant had informed her that he was at home, with no work scheduled for the day.

“Is there something wrong?” Erella muttered to herself, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Attempting to call Evan again, she froze upon hearing heavy breathing from inside the house, her brow knitting further in concern.

Then, she heard a familiar voice—the voice of a woman. “Who's good in bed?”

Erella couldn't believe her ears as she realized that her fiancé was in the house, along with her cousin, Camille.

“Why is Cam here? What are they doing?” Erella whispered, her heart sinking as she caught snippets of their conversation.

In a raspy voice, Evan responded, “It's Ella, but you're more irresistible than her.”

“Am I the only one irresistible?” Camilla teased in response.

“You're not just irresistible, you're hot and skilled at pleasing me, unlike Ella,” Evan added. “You're willing to do things I want, and the more I like you, the more I can't stop.”

“That tickles,” Camilla chuckled. “Ella can't do what I can. She's boring in that regard.”

It felt like a slap to Erella's face. Her mouth fell open in shock as she listened to the sounds of pleasure emanating from inside.

Her hands shook with disbelief. She never imagined her cousin would betray her like this, and she couldn't accept that the person she loved and trusted could cheat on her.

“Ugh! Faster, Evan, you're amazing!” Camilla moaned.

“Am I, baby?” Evan teased, his words stabbing Erella like knives.

Erella's pain morphed into seething anger as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her teeth clenched, she glared at the door, longing to break it down and confront them. But she refused to stoop to their level. She wouldn't let them see her pain or give them the satisfaction they sought.

Erella drove away, her mind spinning as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. But no matter how hard she tried to rationalize it, the harsh reality remained: they had betrayed her trust.

Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart. How could they do this to her?

She pulled over at the park, seeking solace in the quiet surroundings, and found herself drawn to a bench. Sitting down, she hugged herself tightly, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she fought to hold back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

She had always prided herself on being a good partner, the best girlfriend she could be. But there was one thing she had held onto tightly—her purity, her virtue, something she had saved for Evan, believing that he understood and respected her wishes.

But now, as she sat alone in the park, the weight of betrayal crushing her, she couldn't help but wonder if she had been wrong about him all along.

Erella's hands shook, resisting the urge to dial Evan's number. Rage pulsed through her veins, the desire to lash out consuming her.

"He's dead to me," she muttered under her breath, her heart hardening against the possibility of ever loving again. If the person she trusted with her heart could betray her, especially with her own cousin Camilla...

Her phone buzzed, Evan's name flashing across the screen. She ignored it, unwilling to confront him and risk breaking down in tears. Risk for believing his words, and her falling from his lies.

She loved him so much that it was hard for her to believe everything. Maybe, she was dreaming. But the pain in her heart was too much to bear as well the anger within it.

Brushing away the moisture from her cheeks, she powered off her phone.

A stranger settled beside her, cloaked in mystery with his all-black attire. His presence exuded an aura of suspicion as he savored an ice cream, engrossed in his phone as if oblivious to her existence.

"Hey," she blurted out, surprised by her own boldness or perhaps foolishness.

He glanced her way, his brows knitting together. "Me?" His deep voice sent a shiver down her spine, strangely captivating despite the circumstances.

He wasn't her usual type, a departure from the kind of guys who usually caught her eye, though she couldn't deny his undeniable good looks. He seemed a year or two younger than her.

"Yes. Will you marry me?" she blurted out boldly, the words escaping her lips fueled by anger and hurt. She wanted to show Evan that she could move on, that she didn't need him. Was it impulsive? Maybe. But she didn't care. She wanted Evan to feel the sting of regret for losing her, to be embarrassed in front of his family when she told them that the wedding was cancelled because she was married to someone.

It will create chaos, but for Erella it was the best revenge for Evan.

The mere thought of Evan apologizing to her fueled her determination, a fantasy she relished in, imagining herself laughing in his face as she told him what he had done! But deep down, she knew it was just a fantasy. No sane person, not even him, would agree to such a ludicrous proposal.

He looked at her, his reaction concealed behind his sunglasses, adding an air of mystery to his gaze.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice betraying none of the disbelief she expected.

Taken aback by his response, she half-expected him to scoff and question her sanity.

"Yes. Will you marry me?" she repeated, struggling to contain her laughter at the absurdity of her own words.

"If that's what you want, why not?" he replied, his smile sending a flicker of doubt through her mind.

What if this guy is actually psycho? A killer? Someone who could lead me to a terrible fate?

She swallowed hard, rising to her feet. Sure, she'd been joking a moment ago, but who in their right mind would marry a stranger? Before she could voice her thoughts, he interjected, "Since I agree, you can't change it. Why not get married now?"

"Are you kidding?" she blurted out, her voice tinged with disbelief.

He grinned, closing the distance between them, causing her to instinctively step back. Her heart raced as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

She braced herself for a kiss, but instead, he leaned in close, his lips grazing her ear. "I am serious. I think it's fun getting married," he whispered in a husky tone, the scent of peppermint lingering in his warm breath.

Heat rushed to her cheeks as she instinctively pulled away. She didn't know what to make of this situation. Was he just as crazy as she was to agree to this?

“Let's just mar—"

"No! I'm just kidding. I know you're just teasing me, probably thinking I'm crazy for making that offer," she retorted, feeling a surge of irritation. "And indeed I am crazy to offer you that. It's just a big joke."

He chuckled, the sound ringing with a hint of amusement. “I am not. You want to get married, and I am available. Why not?”

“We are strangers, and why are you so quick to agree?” she pressed, taking a cautious step back.

He smiled, advancing toward her, causing her to instinctively retreat. Erella couldn't bring herself to trust this person.

“I am not going to do anything harmful to you. Are you going to treat your husband this way?” he asked, his expression wounded.

She hesitated, glancing around suspiciously. Maybe it's a prank, and someone is filming her.

“I am serious when I accept your proposal. We may be strangers, but maybe this is happening for a reason. Haven't you thought about that?” he questioned, stopping a meter away from her.

“I told you, once I agree, there's no turning back,” he added, his tone firm. “Are you the one making fun of me?”

Erella's instincts screamed at her to flee from this stranger, convinced that only a fool would entertain such madness. But the burning desire to witness Evan's regret fueled her agreement with this insanity.

“I am serious,” she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of determination and uncertainty, yet he smiled as if pleased.

If tomorrow her body were to be found by the side of the road or worse, missing altogether, then it would be the consequence of her reckless decision. However, if that were to happen, she would haunt Evan even in the afterlife.

But she brushed aside thoughts of the potential consequences. Right now, all she cared about was making Evan feel the same pain of betrayal she had felt.

“Then let's get married now,” he murmured, gently taking her hand and leading her toward the park.

Internally, she laughed at the absurdity of the situation, silently praying that this man wasn't some psycho or killer. Yet, deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was walking into a trap, like a lamb led to slaughter.

Lost in her thoughts, she gazed out of the window, trying to discern their destination. She was unfamiliar with the area, and she knew Eunice must be worried sick about her whereabouts.

“What do you like?” he suddenly asked, breaking the silence and drawing her attention back to him.

“What do you mean?” Erella questioned, her brows furrowing in confusion.

He was busy on the phone, his other hand firmly gripping the steering wheel.

“Where should we get married? A beach wedding? A church wedding? A garden wedding? Or a civil wedding?” he rattled off, his voice muffled by the phone.

Erella still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that they were about to tie the knot. Maybe they were both insane. There was something peculiar about the way he seemed so sure about it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was—the reason behind his sudden agreement.

“It would take weeks for that, right?” she remarked, voicing her skepticism.

“No, it will be just two hours,” he replied confidently, his tone unwavering.

“In that case, why not a garden wedding?” she suggested tentatively.

“White dress, tube, or?” he inquired, his attention shifting to the details of the ceremony.

“Just long sleeves, no high-cut cleavage,” she answered, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of questions.

“Heels?” he pressed on.

“Anything that suits,” she replied, trying to keep up.

“Your name?” he asked finally, his tone softer this time.

Erella hesitated, uncertain whether she should divulge that information.

The car came to a halt in front of a dress department store, catching Erella off guard. Without warning, he reached for her sling bag and wallet, including her government-issued ID.

“Erella Calavar,” she stated firmly, meeting his gaze head-on.

“I am Alver Artemis Hevera. You can call me whatever you like, wife,” he declared, his words sending a shiver down her spine.

The term "wife" felt eerie, especially considering they weren't even married yet. Hastily, she retrieved her sling bag and ID from him, reclaiming a sense of control.

“Where are we?” she inquired, her gaze locking with his as he removed his sunglasses, revealing deep blue eyes that momentarily captivated her before she looked away.

She refused to admit he was handsome. His type of attractiveness set off alarm bells in her mind.

"In where you'll be wearing your dress," he replied cryptically, stepping out of the car, and she followed suit, her curiosity growing with each passing moment.

Who is this guy?

They entered a store, where a woman immediately ushered her into a fitting room to try on the dress.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed him conversing with the woman at the counter, but the words exchanged eluded her ears.

In a matter of minutes, Erella had selected her outfit. As she stood there, clad in her chosen attire, a fleeting hope crossed her mind: perhaps she would wake up any moment now, and all of this—the whirlwind of events, the shocking revelations about Evan—would simply be a figment of her imagination. But deep down, she knew she was only fooling herself.

An hour later, fully dressed and groomed, Erella emerged from the fitting room, only to find the man conspicuously absent. Panic bubbled up within her.

Please don't tell me he left me. Maybe this was all just a cruel joke. Who in their right mind would agree to marriage like this?

She made her way where she had been, intent on changing her dress and left, but before she could even utter a word, a man in a formal suit approached her.

“Ma'am, your bridal car is waiting for you outside,” he announced with a polite demeanor, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if he were accustomed to guarding important individuals.

Without a word, Erella followed him, a nervous chuckle threatening to escape her lips. She couldn't help but find the absurdity of the situation somewhat amusing. Climbing into the car, she hadn't expected to see the man behind the wheel.

The journey stretched on for nearly thirty minutes before they finally arrived at the entrance of a secluded private garden.

The car came to a halt in front of a grand building, and a woman swiftly opened the door.

“I am Natalia, the groom is waiting, Ma'am,” she announced in a soft voice, beckoning for Erella to follow.

As they entered the garden entrance, a wave of nerves washed over Erella, causing her to swallow hard. She hadn't anticipated the sight that greeted her—a gathering of more than twenty people, none of whom she recognized.

Her heart raced as she took in the scene before her. Everything seemed meticulously arranged, and at the forefront stood the man she hardly knew, clad in a wedding suit and tie. With each step she took down the aisle, a myriad of emotions flooded her mind.

Is this really happening?

Am I truly about to get married?

Alver emerged from the bedroom, steam still rising from his recently bathed body, his damp hair tousled and towel-dried, clad only in sweatpants.

His eyes locked onto Decan, perched on the couch, nursing a mug of coffee, his expression a mixture of disdain and fury.

Decan rose, his grip on the mug tightening as he stalked toward Alver, his anger palpable in every step.

Alver couldn't help but smirk, relishing in Decan's visible agitation.

“What the hell do you think you're doing? You tied the knot with a human!” Decan spat, his voice dripping with outrage, halting a few paces away.

Undeterred, Alver strolled past him and settled onto the couch.

"Alver! Are you even aware of the chaos you've unleashed? Our pack is in an uproar! They're appalled! Your stepmother—”

Alver interjected sharply. “Stepmother. Not my birth giver.”

Decan sank into the seat opposite, struggling to contain his fury. He slammed the mug onto the table and folded his