The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1673

It was Alexandria.

Her familiar yet repulsive voice jolted me back to reality, prompting me to forcefully shrug her away.

Without a shred of mercy, I pushed her away forcefully, causing Alexandria to stumble and fall to the ground.

I regarded her coldly, demanding, “Alexandria, did you do that intentionally?”

“What?” Alexandria seemed perplexed, her innocent facade faltering.

“Alpha, I don’t understand what you’re implying.

”

She didn’t understand?

Huh.

I squatted down and grabbed her chin firmly as I interrogated her without emotion.

“Don’t pretend ignorance with me.

Did you intentionally say those things earlier to deceive Debra about our relationship?”

Leaning in closer, my tone turning harsher, I accused, “Alexandria, you’re incredibly calculating.

Was your intention to get close to me and become the next Luna from the beginning?”

Perhaps my approach was too harsh, as tears welled in Alexandria’s eyes.

“Alpha, you’ve misunderstood.

” She shook her head vigorously, scrambling to defend herself.

“I never harbored such intentions.

My words were merely an attempt to be truthful to Luna.

Did I utter any falsehoods?”

I narrowed my gaze, scrutinizing her further.

Alexandria remained composed, her expression devoid of panic.

“Alpha, I swear, I never had any intention of becoming the next Luna.

The confusion arose only from that Alpha’s drunken mistake, and it’s natural for Luna to feel upset momentarily.

Simply clarify the situation to her, and everything will be fine.

”

Releasing her chin, I cautioned, “You better be honest.

If I discover any hidden agendas, I won’t hesitate to inflict severe consequences.

You’ll endure unimaginable suffering.

”

“ALL right.

”

Alexandria nodded timidly, seemingly intimidated by my warning.

I scoffed dismissively, ignoring her as I stood up to leave.

Debra’s POV:

On our way back to the witch clan, tears flowed silently down my cheeks, a river of sorrow held back by a thin dam of restraint.

The desire to release torrents of screams out was overwhelming.

My husband’s betrayal, etched into my heart like a scar, echoed through my thoughts.

Yet, the presence of someone else compelled me to cloak my suffering in a veil of silence.

Silently, my tears continued their relentless descent, tracing down my cheeks until my reserve of tissues dwindled to naught.

Gazing upon the discarded tissues, each a tangible testament to the depth of my despair, I felt the weight of sadness deepen within me.

My purpose in facing Caleb was to seek understanding, unraveling the tangled threads of our shared history, in the hope of forging a path forward.

Yet, within the chambers of my heart, I harbored two divergent possibilities: a reunion steeped in joy and the revival of our past bond, or a graceful departure with my children, severing ties never to be rekindled.