Chapter 4

Two days later, Shawn flew to France and then returned—both times choosing FullMoon Airways.

But he never saw me.

On both flights, he searched quietly, his gaze growing darker by the hour.

His wolf grew increasingly restless, until he left first class and walked through business and even economy, scanning every attendant's face.

But disappointment was all that waited for him.

I watched silently, my soul floating overhead—full of unspeakable regret.

The reason I chose to become a flight attendant in the first place...

Was because I knew deep down, there was no way we would ever meet again after our bond shattered.

Yet no matter how hard I tried,

I couldn't stop loving him.

Even my wolf begged to see him one more time.

She foolishly believed she could spot her mate somewhere in the sea of werewolves.

She yearned day and night, howling inside me, craving even a glimpse of him.

When I heard he had risen to become the Lycan King—

A powerful ruler whose face often appeared in headlines, flying across continents to handle werewolf affairs—

I made a reckless decision.

I joined the top werewolf airline that catered exclusively to powerful alphas and lunas.

I thought… maybe fate would let us cross paths again.

But in the three years I worked aboard those flights,

I never saw him. Not even once.

Now I finally understood—

He had always flown with Shadow Airways, a luxury line for high-ranking officials.

That's why our paths never crossed.

The realization hit me like suffocating cotton stuffed deep into my chest—I couldn't breathe.

Even during this flight, our leader kept checking on Shawn, trying to charm him with her flawless service.

"King Shawn, how was your flight experience?" she asked sweetly, desperate to ensure this prestigious alpha would fly FullMoon again.

But he gave no answer.

Because the only thing he came looking for…

wasn't there.

....

I didn't return to my den.

Instead, I followed him—floating silently, watching from the shadows wherever he went.

One day, after a long, exhausting meeting, he casually checked his phone.

There were several new messages in the alumni chat.

At first, he intended to skip through them,

but for some reason, his thumb paused, and he scrolled through.

"I just flew with FullMoon Airways, but why didn't I see Kendra?"

"I even checked the list of on-duty attendants. Her name wasn't there."

"Elizabeth, did you lie to us last time?"

"Why would I waste time lying to you?" Elizabeth replied. "She really works there. Maybe she wasn't assigned to the France route."

"That's possible."

"Maybe she resigned."

"Lucky for her she didn't see me. I would've humiliated her."

"Yeah, she always acted so high and mighty. Like a queen looking down on everyone."

I bit my lips, forcing the tears back down my throat.

It hurt—how deeply rooted their prejudice toward me was.

Back then, when Shawn chased me publicly,

No one believed the bond would last.

They thought I was playing games—

The cold daughter of an alpha, who never accepted any male's courtship at school.

They assumed I was just toying with him.

That I only pretended to care.

But then... I surprised everyone.

I accepted his love.

I became his mate.

We stayed together for three years.

And slowly, their opinions shifted.

They began to believe I was serious.

They saw the way I looked at him.

The bond we shared.

But just when they were convinced I truly loved him...

I was the one who severed it—coldly and without warning.

The shock on their faces that day...

It still lingers in their words, their tone, their disdain.

After that day, everything changed.

Shawn—the quiet, introverted wolf who had never chased any popular she-wolf at school—shut himself off completely.

He never got close to another she-wolf again.

And me?

I was nailed to the cross of shame.

Labeled as cruel.

Selfish.

"Vicious."

They mocked me.

Humiliated me.

As if they all knew the truth.

Then—

Amid the flood of curses and contempt, someone suddenly sent a message that froze the chat:

"Has anyone noticed Kendra's profile picture has been dark for a year?"

"Do... do any of us actually know what happened to her?"

A pause.

Then another message popped up.

"No way... That can't be it.

But I remember my friend's photo also went dark for months...

When I asked about her, they told me—she had died."

Silence.

A suffocating, unnatural silence gripped the entire chat.

I turned to look at Shawn.

His hand trembled violently as he stared at his phone.

The phone slipped from his hand—

A low, guttural growl escaped his throat.

Then—

A deafening roar exploded from deep within him.

His wolf surged beneath his skin, growling in panic.

"Is it true, Shawn?"

"Is she... gone?"