LOGINCorie POV:
The cab pulled up near Linda's place, and I spotted her waiting in the distance.
"Corie, oh God, are you okay?"
The moment I stepped out, she rushed over and pulled me into a tight embrace.
"I'm fine. Don't make me out to be that fragile."
She drew back half a step, pressing her palm against my forehead.
"Corie, You're burning up."
I offered a pale smile.
"Just a fever. Nothing to worry about."
The fever was merely a dull dizziness in my head.
It was the raw wounds on my feet—screaming in pain with every single step—that truly tormented me.
Her eyes drifted down to my duffel bag.
"You're leaving?"
"Yeah. Can I leave this bag with you for a while?"
She took the heavy weight from my hands without hesitation.
"Where are you going?"
"Not sure yet."
"Are you really ready to leave Kent behind?"
My grip on the strap tightened.
"He and I... are nothing to each other now."
Deep inside, Mia let out a low, mournful howl, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes.
Linda's eyes turned red, too.
"But you've never stepped a foot outside the pack."
I forced a small smile onto my face.
"There's a first time for everything. I have to try."
"When are you heading out?"
"Right now."
Linda's house sat on the outer edge of the territory, backing right up against the dense forest.
Word had it that if you cut straight through the woods and kept walking, you would eventually hit neutral lands, neighboring territories, or human cities.
I had no map and no real destination, only the desperate, burning urge to escape.
Taking a cab down the main road wasn't an option—Kent would track me down in minutes.
I couldn't face him again.
Never.
Every look at his face dragged up memories of the Kent who used to love me so fiercely.
Tears spilled down Linda's cheeks.
"But you're sick. Can't you at least wait until the fever breaks?"
I reached up, gently wiping away her tears.
"I don't want to spend another second in a place that doesn't want me."
Right then, her phone vibrated.
Linda's expression froze as she angled the screen toward me.
Kent.
She cleared her throat and turned on the speaker so I could hear.
"Linda, is Corie with you?"
"No, Alpha."
"Has she called you?"
"No."
Silence heavy with tension stretched across the line.
"Do you know the consequences of lying to me?" his voice cut through, ice-cold.
Linda's brow furrowed, her tone turning rigid.
"Alpha, Corie is her own person."
"She is still part of this pack."
A ripple of fear crossed Linda's face; she hesitated for a beat.
"If I hear anything from her... I'll let you know."
Kent maintained that same arrogant, condescending Alpha authority.
"You better."
The moment the call ended, Linda nearly slammed her phone onto the pavement in a rage.
"Bastard! He's a total, complete bastard!"
Before last night’s disaster, Kent had treated Linda with warm respect, like a close friend. He had never once spoken to her in that frigid, dictatorial tone.
I reached out and caught her trembling hands.
"Don't," I whispered. “He isn't worth your anger."
She choked back a sob.
"How could he do this to you? You two were so good together..."
Yeah, we really were.
Three years ago, he broke his leg during field training and ended up at the Healer’s Center, where we first met.
Back then, Kent was the one who stood by my side when everyone else tore me down.
He was the one who whispered that I never needed to prove myself to anyone.
But last night drew a sharp, cruel line across our history.
Last night, it hit me with agonizing clarity—
The Kent I loved no longer existed.
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I pulled Linda into a tight hug, tears welling in my eyes.
"Let it go. It’s all in the past now."
Deep down, though, I knew this was a scar neither of us could ever erase.
Linda wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Wait right here—"
She darted back inside, returning seconds later to press a small box into my palms.
"These are fever meds. If you really can't take it out there, come back. My door is always open for you."
She fought back her tears, forcing a fragile smile.
A heavy ache rose in my throat.
"Thank you, Linda. You're the only reason I care about leaving this place."
I squeezed her hands one last time.
"Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."
She wiped her tears dry and gave me a gentle push.
"Go on, hurry. Before he tracks you down."
I took a few steps forward, then paused to glance back at her.
"Linda..."
My throat was so tight I could barely squeeze out her name.
Inside my chest, Mia whined in pathetic grief.
Linda kept brushing away her tears.
"Just go, Corie. As far as you can."
I turned away and headed toward the dense forest edge just ahead.
"Once you settle down, remember to let me know—"
With tears streaming down my face, I waved a hand over my shoulder, not daring to turn back.
I was terrified that if I looked, I’d lose control and throw myself into her arms, sobbing.
The suffocating grief inside my chest swelled like a tidal wave.
In all my twenty years, I had never felt this utterly alone.
Goodbye, I whispered in my heart.
A goodbye meant strictly for Linda—
And nobody else.
Corie POV:The moon was just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow over the lawn.The charcoal in the grill crackled to life, sending a smoky aroma curling into the cool evening air.At the makeshift barbecue site we had set up, everyone was busy, laughter drifting through the dusk.I arranged the freshly washed vegetables neatly onto plates while Jace hauled a heavy wooden keg of ale.Evelyn stepped up, handing a massive platter of seasoned meat to Ryan."You're amazing! I can't believe you got the fire going so fast," she gushed, her voice practically dripping with exaggeration. "Every time I try, my eyes burn from the smoke and the charcoal won't even catch."Ryan gave a subtle smile, taking the platter and laying the thick cuts of meat across the rack one by one."Well, naturally," Jace chimed in cheerfully. "We—uh, I mean, I do barbecues all the time."Ryan shot him a swift look.Jace just offered a knowing wink in return.They had truly become good friends, much like Evelyn and
Ryan POV:And just like that, my life in the village began—My very first taste of an existence where I didn't have to stay coiled tight like a loaded spring twenty-four hours a day.Every morning, I woke up at the first light of dawn to train.By the time I wrapped up my session, it was perfect timing to whip up a simple breakfast for Corie.I’d watch her finish every bite, then see her off at the door.In this village, I wasn't the Alpha's son.Nobody gossiped about how I failed to take first place in the combat tournaments.Nobody pitted me against Lucian, comparing us blow for blow.And my father wasn't sitting in his study, dismissing my reports with a scowl, calling me reckless and short-sighted.I was just an ordinary guy.All I had to do was live my quiet little life, and love one woman.Corie never asked where I came from or where I was going.And I never pried into her past either.We both guarded a tacit understanding, treasuring the fleeting present we held in our hands.~
Ryan POV:I signed the lease that very day. The cottage sat just down the path from Corie’s—far bigger than her tiny space.It was perfect. I could crash at her place, or she could stay at mine.Since she wasn't ready to explain my presence to the rest of the world yet, I wasn't about to push her.We’d take it slow.The village itself was a strange, fascinating place, wedged right at the border where three separate packs met.For as long as anyone could remember, all three packs had neglected this dead zone.There were no joint patrols, no clear ruling authorities, yet the crime rate never spiked.Over the years, rogues had drifted in for various reasons, quietly forming a self-sustaining settlement.The village didn't even have a name.Everyone had their own secrets, their own reasons for moving here, and nobody asked questions.It felt like a forgotten corner of the world.Fortunately, the locals were surprisingly warm.As a newcomer—just another rogue on paper—I got a ton of help f
Ryan POV:I pulled Corie tight into my arms, holding her like the priceless treasure she was, covering her skin with relentless kisses.In that final, shattering moment of release, Cruz had suddenly roared awake from his deep sleep inside my subconscious.“Mate!” He had howled into my soul.In a peak of blinding ecstasy, our bond had snapped into place. We became completely, irrevocably each other's.My heart hammered so violently against my ribs it felt ready to burst through my chest.Corie—the woman I loved with every breath in my body—was my true, Fated Mate.A hurricane of emotion raged through my chest.Shock, explosive joy, fierce protectiveness, overwhelming gratitude... all of it tangled together, crashing over me in heavy, deafening waves."Corie," I whispered against her ear, my voice thick. "I am never, ever leaving you again."She was still floating in the sweet, warm aftershocks of our pleasure.She clung to me tightly, wrapping her smooth legs back around my waist."Ry
Corie POV:His kiss deepened, devouring my breath until I collapsed into a soft mess against his chest.His hand slid up my thigh, tracing the curve of my hip before settling at my waist. The heat and sheer power radiating from his palm made every nerve in my body snap taut."Can I, baby?"His raspy, magnetic voice vibrated straight against my ear."Mmm..." I nodded, lost in the fever.He cupped my face, searching my eyes with a gaze so fierce, so intensely focused, it made me feel like the most precious treasure in the world.Golden wolf-fire burned in his eyes.He leaned down for a tender kiss as his hand cupped my breast, squeezing gently before his fingers stroked across the hardened peak.A choked moan broke from my throat."Ryan..." I whimpered his name, but he swallowed the rest of the sound into another deep kiss.Then, reality hit me like a splash of cold water.Panting heavily, I trapped his hand against my chest, arresting his movement."No, wait... your wounds aren't heale
Kinsley POV:Ryan had been staying with me for a few days now, and I watched the life color back into his face day by day.Honestly, the care I provided was minimal at best.The biggest reason was Meave.After treating Ryan last time, she updated her formulas.She upgraded both the tonics and the poultices, making them far more effective than before."The revised blend should be far more aggressive," she murmured, lifting her tired eyes.Days of relentless brewing and testing had left her completely exhausted.I rushed to guide her into a seat."Meave, a wound like his is exceptionally rare. Why pour so much effort into developing a specialized remedy?"She looked up at me, a cryptic, knowing smile playing on her lips."Who knows when it might come in handy? As Healers, our minds must always stay one step ahead of reality."I copied down the revised formula, sealing the finished powder into glass jars and carefully labeling each one.Part of me desperately wished Ryan might benefit fr







