LOGINThe pack house is alive with celebration. Laughter echoes through the corridors, music reverberates through the stone walls, and the air smells of food, wine, and triumph. Every sound feels louder than it should, sharper, like it is scraping against my skin. This place has never felt more crowded, yet I have never felt more alone. Everyone is celebrating the rise of a new Alpha and Luna. Everyone except the girl who was supposed to stand there beside him.
I am sitting on the edge of the bed in my childhood room, staring at walls that have seen too much of me. This room has held my tears, my fears, my small hopes that I never dared speak aloud. I take it in slowly, like I am memorizing a place that will soon no longer exist for me. Maybe now I understand. Maybe everyone was right about me all along. I should have never been here. I never truly belonged. I should have never believed him. I should have never believed his promises of me being his Luna, of us standing together, of forever.
Bitterness fills my mouth until I can taste it. I trusted him so completely that now there is nothing left inside me to hold onto. The emptiness is worse than anger. Worse than pain. It is quiet and consuming.
My stomach twists violently. Bile rises in my throat, sudden and unforgiving. I barely make it to the washroom before everything I ate in the morning comes back up. My body trembles as I grip the sink, panting, struggling to breathe through the nausea and the ache in my chest. When it finally passes, I rinse my mouth and lift my head slowly.
The girl staring back at me is unrecognizable. Her eyes are hollow. Her face looks older, harder. The softness is gone. The belief in love, mates, and promises has been stripped away in a single night. What stands here now is what is left of her. A ghost wearing my face.
My hands move without thought, resting over my stomach. My touch softens there instinctively. I swallow hard. I had wanted to give him a gift today. Something pure. Something that came from love and hope. A symbol of what we were building together. My throat tightens as realization settles in. He does not deserve it. He does not deserve this life. He does not deserve us.
I step back into the room, wiping my face, determined to leave before I lose the little strength I have left. I am packing the last of my things when I sense him before I see him. The air shifts. My heart stutters. Then he is there, standing near the doorway.
A gasp escapes me before I can stop it.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice sharper than I feel, as I throw the towel onto the bed and shove the remaining clothes into my trunk.
“Are you leaving?” he asks, disbelief heavy in his voice. “Where are you going to go?”
Something inside me snaps. I fling the T-shirt in my hand into the trunk with more force than necessary.
“What do you mean?” I turn to face him fully now. “You think I would run back to you after what you did today? You think I would beg you to take me back and live like a dirty secret while you parade Eloise around as your Luna? You think I cannot exist without you?” My voice rises despite my effort to control it. “Huh?”
I shove him hard, tears finally spilling over. I hate that he can still do this to me. I hate that my body remembers him even now.
“Si, baby,” he says quickly, reaching for me. “That’s not what I meant. Please. Why are you leaving? Let me fix this. Just hear me once.”
Every cell in my body screams at me to listen. To believe him. To stay. But I can’t. I slam the trunk shut, the sound echoing through the room, final and unforgiving. I lock it. The click feels like a sentence being passed. As I bend to lift it, his hand grabs my arm, spinning me back toward him.
I glare at him, pure fury burning through the pain. He lets go immediately, as if realizing too late what he has done.
“I was trapped,” he says desperately. “You know how hard it was for me to become Alpha. If I didn’t choose the right Luna, someone else could have challenged me. I had to secure my position. I had to choose the Head Beta’s daughter. Else—”
A bitter laugh tears out of me. I can’t stop it. It sounds broken even to my own ears.
“Until today,” I say, voice trembling now, “even at this moment, I believed you. Every word. But now I see it clearly. You’re just like the rest of them. Power hungry. Greedy. Empty words and empty promises.” I step closer, pointing at him. “Am I not the Head Beta’s daughter? Or did you forget that too? Oh, right. I’m no longer his daughter. I’m just the curse his fated mate left behind.”
I clap slowly, mockery burning through the tears. “I’m so sorry, Your Highness.”
He takes a step forward.
“No,” I snap. “Don’t come closer. Don’t touch me.” My chest heaves. “If this is the kind of Alpha and man you are going to be, then I am grateful you didn’t choose me. I gave my heart, my soul, my body to a kind and honorable man. Not a coward who sells his mate for power.”
I look at him one last time. “From today, don’t look for me. Don’t search for me. You got what you wanted. Your throne. And you used me to get there. Goodbye, Your Highness.”
“Si, please, don’t misunder—”
“No.” I cut him off sharply. “You don’t get to call me that. Not after choosing my own stepsister, knowing exactly what she did to me. Not after replacing your fated mate for power.” My voice breaks, dropping into a whisper. “I wish I had never trusted you. And I wish you had never saved me that day. If killing me was all you were going to do in the end, you should have let me die then.”
The words hit him hard. He stumbles back like I struck him.
I lift my trunk and walk past him, out of the room, out of the only place that ever felt like home. I do not look back.
I don’t know where I am going. I don’t have a plan. All I know is that I have to live. For the life growing inside me. For the life born from what we once had. For the tiny soul trusting me to bring it into this world.
My steps grow heavier. My vision blurs. The noise of celebration fades until there is only ringing in my ears.
Then my strength gives out.
The world tilts.
And everything goes dark.
The doctor finally stepped out of the room, and I stood up immediately, my heart lodged somewhere in my throat. The past hour had stretched longer than any battle I had ever fought. Waiting outside that room, listening to the muffled sounds of Selena crying and Sienna whispering to her, had been a different kind of torture—one where there was nothing to fight, nothing to fix, nothing to command.“Cassius,” the doctor said calmly, though there was gentleness in her voice that eased something inside me. “She is unharmed. No fractures. Just a severe sprain and bruising. She will need rest and observation for the next few hours, but she will recover.”Unharmed.The word echoed in my mind like a blessing.My shoulders sagged slightly before I rea
The scream tore through the park like a blade.For a fraction of a second, everything slowed. The laughter around us faded, the movement of children blurred into the background, and all I could see was Selena’s small body slipping from the wooden beam. Her foot missed the edge, her balance gone, and then she was falling.My body moved before my mind caught up.I didn’t remember standing. I didn’t remember crossing the distance between the bench and the beam. One moment I was sitting beside Sienna, and the next I was running, my heart slamming violently against my ribs as fear surged through me like wildfire.Selena hit the ground hard.The sound of impact echoed louder in my ears than it probably was. She let out another cry, sharp and broken, her small hands clutching at the ground as panic took over her tiny frame.“S-Selena!” Kane’s voice cracked beside her, trembling with fear.Sienna didn’t move.That was what frightened me more than anything else.She stood frozen near the bench
It was Sienna’s day off, and I had learned to recognize those days without asking. Over the past few weeks, her routine had become familiar to me, not because she shared it, but because I watched carefully enough to understand it. On working days, she moved with quiet urgency, her attention split between files, responsibilities, and the children. But today was different. The morning had stretched slowly, gently, without the usual rush, and now we sat together on a wooden bench at the edge of the park while Kane and Selena played in the open field before us.This was the first time she had allowed me to sit beside her like this, without visible irritation or distance tightening her shoulders. It was not forgiveness. It was not acceptance. It was simply permission. And strangely, that small permission felt heavier than anything else she had given me so far.The park buzzed with quiet life. Children laughed loudly as they ran in uneven circles, chasing each other ac
It had been three weeks since Cassius arrived in North Hollow, three weeks since my life began shifting in ways I had not planned and certainly had not prepared for. At first, every day had felt tense, like walking on unfamiliar ground, expecting it to crack beneath my feet at any moment. But slowly, something strange had begun happening—not calm, not acceptance, but a kind of reluctant adjustment that settled into the edges of my routine whether I wanted it or not.Cassius had not crossed the boundaries I set. Not once. That alone had surprised me more than I cared to admit. I had expected him to push, to test the limits, to find ways around the rules the way powerful men usually did when told no. But he hadn’t. Instead, he moved around the edges of our lives like someone who understood that even the smallest misstep could cost him everything. I had seen him leave early some mornings, dressed in formal clothes that reminded me too much of the Alpha he had become, heading back to his
I had expected resistance.Not shouting, not anger, but at least hesitation. Cassius had always been stubborn in his own quiet way, especially when he believed something mattered. Back then, he had stood firm in his choices even when they hurt me. Even when they tore us apart. That memory had stayed with me for years, shaping how I saw him, how I prepared myself for every conversation that involved him.So when he agreed to my rules without protest, without even a flicker of irritation crossing his face, it unsettled me more than if he had argued.I stood there watching him carefully, searching his expression for something—anything—that suggested reluctance. Pride, anger, frustration. Anything that would make sense to the man I once knew.But there was none.Only acceptance.Not the forced kind. Not the kind that waits for the right moment to push back. It looked… deliberate. Like he had already decided that this was the path he would walk, no matter how humiliating or difficult it be
I had not expected her to apologize.After everything she had said, after the way her voice had trembled with years of anger and fear, I had prepared myself for silence… or worse, for her to walk away and leave me kneeling there like a man who had finally been stripped of everything he once believed defined him.But instead, she stood there, breathing hard, her shoulders still tense, her eyes still swollen from crying. The silence between us stretched long enough for me to feel every second settle into my bones. My knees ached slightly from remaining on the floor, but I did not move. I did not dare.Then she spoke.“I shouldn’t have said that like that.” Her voice was quieter now. Not soft, not gentle, but steadier than before. Controlled. For a moment, I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly.I lifted my head slowly, meeting her gaze. There was no warmth in her eyes, but there was something else there now—something heavier than anger. Restraint. “I meant what I said,” she continued,
Like I knew, Alessio was far too selfless.He stood there, steady even after confessing that he wanted me. Steady even after admitting that I might leave him. What kind of man does that? The kind I do not deserve.
My nerves were buzzing with an excitement I hadn’t felt in years.Sienna was finally coming to my residence. Not the packhouse. My residence. After three long years.Ever since she had found a small house to rent and earned her seat at the council through sheer competence, she had fought hard to sta
Two things have been bothering me ever since I left her house.First — she didn’t let me inside.Not into her living room. Not even past the threshold. Just the backyard. Just the open grass and fading light. Not her home. Not the space where she and the kids live their real life.Second — somethin
Vineclaw had finally caught up to my neck. Overthinking and Vineclaw.Those were the two things strangling me for the past week. Ever since that dinner in her backyard — the four of us sitting on that mat, Kane la







