Chapter 4

Tomorrow would be the last day of the mate bond breakage process. After that, Yves and I would have nothing to do with each other.

I had been watering the moonflowers I'd planted on the balcony when the ring on my finger—the one that symbolized my status as Luna—suddenly slipped off and fell through the gap of the balcony.

It was a ring Yves had crafted by hand for me, and I loved the design, so I had always worn it.

I instinctively bent down to reach for it.

"What are you doing!" An arm suddenly yanked me back. "Do you know how dangerous that was?"

Yves' eyes were filled with genuine concern and urgency, as if he still cared about me.

"The ring fell," I said softly.

Yves let out a sigh of relief. "It's just a ring. I'll buy you another one. There's no need to do this."

Just a ring? He had already forgotten it was the mate ring he'd made for me with his own hands.

I looked at his finger, which was empty. So, he had already taken his ring off long ago.

"Tomorrow is the anniversary of our mate bond. I'll come pick you up, and we'll spend the day together."

I agreed, simply thinking of it as a proper closure to this relationship.

…

The next day, I sat in the private room of the restaurant we had booked, debating whether I should tell Yves about my leaving the pack.

However, I waited for a long time, to the point where I was starving, and yet he still hadn't shown up.

I pulled out my phone to ask him where he was, but then I saw an anonymous post on Wolf Net.

"Renee seduced the Alpha to climb her way up, shamelessly stealing the Luna's duty. She's the shame of the pack!"

Evidence of the work handover was even attached below.

Although the post condemned Renee, every line hinted that I was the one spreading the rumors behind her back.

Not long after the post appeared, Yves kicked the private room door open in a fury.

He yelled, "I thought you willingly gave up the celebration planning, but I never expected you to be so vicious, resorting to such petty tricks to slander Renee! Tiffany, how could you be so despicable?"

Renee was hiding behind him. Tears streamed down her face as she said, "I can give up this opportunity. I don't care what people say about me… But Luna Tiffany, I always saw you as the one I respected the most. Why would you treat me this way…"

"It wasn't me," I stated the fact calmly. "Since I'd already agreed to give her the planning duties for the full moon celebration, I wouldn't stoop to doing such things."

Yves didn't believe me. "Who else but you would target Renee? You hypocritical she-wolf! I already told you that Renee and I are just work partners! Renee even carefully chose this restaurant for us, but you don't deserve it!"

His Alpha presence suddenly burst out, shattering the glass tableware and sending shards flying everywhere.

One shard cut across the corner of my eye, leaving a bloodstain that resembled a crimson tear.

The scent of my own blood instantly triggered my hemophobia. A wave of dizziness hit me, and my body stiffened up.

So, even after all these years together, Yves still hadn't come to trust me in the slightest..

I forced myself to stay conscious as I took out the breakage document issued by the Elders' Council, which required both parties' final confirmation.

"Since that's the case, now that the three-day process is over, sign it," I said.

Underneath it lay the request to leave the pack that I had written long ago.

Yves frowned. Then, he laughed coldly, quickly grabbed the pen, and swiftly signed his name.

"Do whatever you want! Don't crawl back crying and begging me later!"

After saying that, he hugged the crying Renee and left.

It seemed that it was no longer necessary to celebrate this last anniversary.

I looked at the table full of dishes I had carefully ordered for us, all of which were now completely cold. My stomach churned due to my hemophobia, which made it impossible for me to swallow anything.

The wound at the corner of my eye still ached faintly, the bloodstain still lingering before my vision. Waves of dizziness attacked me and almost consumed my entire consciousness.

I forced my staggering body to hold on, pulled up the suitcase that had been placed in the corner, and staggered out.

While on the road, I took out my phone and tapped my trembling fingers several times on the screen before finally dialing the encrypted number.

When Uncle Harrison's familiar, steady voice came through the phone, the defenses I had held up all night finally collapsed. My tears broke free, sliding silently down my cheeks.

On the other end, Uncle Harrison seemed to notice something was wrong, and his tone instantly turned anxious. "Tiffany? What's wrong?"

Accompanied by the sound of my sobs, I used up the last of my strength to make a request. "Uncle Harrison… Come pick me up."

After saying this, I could no longer hold on to my consciousness. My vision faded completely into darkness as the phone slipped weakly from my hand.

In the final moment before my consciousness sank into the abyss, I thought about how nice this was.

The past that had caused me so much unfair suffering was finally about to end.

Yves, you would never see me again.