Chapter 4

I was halfway through packing when Leon came back.

He tossed a half-full brown bottle at me.

“Got you some medicine.”

I picked it up. I had seen this bottle before.

In Ella’s post, Leon had used it to treat her wound.

However, I was allergic to this medicine.

When Leon was eighteen, his talent already set him apart.

The other werewolves in the pack grew displeased with him and deliberately had rogues to cripple his hands.

Back then, I had thrown myself in front of him without a second thought.

I was only lightly injured, but a servant used this exact medicine to disinfect my wound.

I went into an anaphylactic shock right then and was rushed to the treatment room, only waking up after nearly a full day.

The Beta told me later that Leon had spent however long I was there, crying.

After that, he flew into a rage. He threw out every bottle of this medicine in the pack and forbade it from ever appearing again.

Now, he was the one who broke that rule.

I lowered my gaze and tossed the bottle into the trash.

Leon only scoffed when he saw.

“Use it or don’t!”

His phone chimed. He glanced at it, and his expression softened again.

His voice turned gentle.

“Sweetheart, don’t let your wound touch water.

“Watch your diet for now. When you’re better, I’ll take you out for something good.”

Maybe because of how quiet I was, he kept glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

In the end, he spoke again.

“About what happened today, I was just making an example. You know how dirty things can get in the pack.

“Punishing you like that was to warn the others.”

I nodded, neither arguing nor explaining.

“I understand.”

Leon froze slightly. Something unfamiliar flickered through him.

He looked like he wanted to say more, but I had already gone into the bathroom to gather some toiletries.

In a corner of the sink lay a piece of pink lace underwear that didn’t belong to me.

From outside, Leon’s phone played a voice message.

“Alpha Leon, I forgot to take the underwear I changed out of this morning…

“Can you bring it to me? And I love the scent of the body wash you use. Can you give that bottle to me??”

No wonder. The scent of the body wash he was wearing was the one I liked, and it was the kind he never used otherwise.

It turned out that Ella liked the smell of my body wash, so he used it.

He really liked Ella, didn't he? That was why he followed her advice so closely.

Leon walked over while looking at his phone.

The moment he stepped in, he saw me and the pink lace beside me.

His gaze flickered.

“Ella wasn’t feeling well this morning, so I let her come here to change.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t react much and just stepped aside.

Leon packed the item and turned to leave, then suddenly paused.

“If you’re angry, I won’t go.”

I waved it off.

He hesitated for a moment, but Ella called again, urging him.

After ending the call, Leon said, “I’ll be back after this. Get ready. Tomorrow, I’ll mark you in front of the whole pack.”

Then he left in a hurry.

After finishing packing, I casually scrolled through social media.

Ella had posted again.

The first photo showed a well-defined hand testing the water temperature by the bathtub.

The second was a selfie. Behind her, a werewolf stood close, focused on washing her hair.

The caption read: [Alpha Leon says my hand is injured, so I can’t touch water. He’s helping me wash my hair and bathe. Why do I feel a little shy…]

I flexed my bandaged hand. Turning back, I took one last look at the house I had shared with Leon for five years.

At that moment, a message from him came through.

[Something came up. I can’t make it back. Tomorrow’s marking is canceled.]

I told myself it was fine. It wasn’t like I had invited any reporters, anyway.

I pulled my suitcase and headed out, getting into a car bound for the port.

I sent Leon a breakup message, then turned off my phone.

[Let’s end it, Leon.]