After Alpha Mate Betrayed Me, I Had Him Exiled

I looked at Logan with a cold smile.

"I, Seraphina, accept your rejection. Just remember—you threw away the future of the Greywolf Pack with your own hands."

I picked up the medical case at my feet and turned to leave the platform.

Delilah lunged forward, snatched the case from my hand, and hurled it down the steps.

It shattered on impact. Precious healing herbs spilled across the dirt.

She fell back into Logan's arms, theatrically pinching her nose.

"Logan, the herb stink on her is unbearable. She smells like a rogue in heat."

I stared at the broken case on the ground.

Three years ago, when I dragged Logan back from death, he'd carved that case for me by hand. His promise to me.

I'd carried it with me every day since.

Now it was a pile of splinters under Delilah's heel.

Logan watched. Said nothing.

Something in me went still.

"Pick it up." I held Delilah's eyes. "Then apologize."

She burst into a high, mocking laugh, hand over her mouth.

"You? A pack-doctor of dirt blood—daring to tell me what to do?"

She flicked her gaze at the guards below.

"Teach her some manners."

Several huge warriors closed in on me.

To impress Delilah, Logan released his Alpha aura in a sudden, crushing wave.

"Seraphina—kneel. Apologize to her."

The dominance pressure of an Alpha command slammed down across the entire square.

The ordinary wolves below buckled, dropping to their knees one by one, trembling.

I didn't even flinch.

Inside me, my wolf Nyx scoffed in the depths of my soul.

That so-called unbreakable command meant nothing to me.

Logan's eyes went wide. He stared at my unbent back like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Delilah glared at my face, jealousy twisting her features. She spat through her teeth:

"You're hopped up on some forbidden drug, aren't you? Burning your own life force just to save face!"

I didn't waste another breath on the two of them. I walked down the steps.

As I passed the wreckage of the case, I lifted my foot and ground it into dust.

"Logan. Three years of treating your hidden injuries—the herbs alone were worth a fortune. The Moonbloom Elixir I brewed for the pack cost ten thousand gold coins. And this case—you know what the medicine inside was worth, down to the last copper."

"Open the pack treasury. I'll send someone in a day. Not a single coin missing."

I didn't look at him again. I walked away.