I had thought walking away from Elizabeth would feel like an act of strength, like I was finally proving myself as a leader, as the Alpha my pack needed me to be.But the truth was, I felt hollow. The kind of emptiness that even the strongest mask of authority couldn’t cover.It had only been a few days, and already, the weight of that decision ate at me every time I closed my eyes.Everywhere I turned, I saw her. The way her eyes had burned with both hurt and defiance as I let her go. The way her lips had trembled when she tried to stay strong, even as I crushed her world.That memory was carved into me like a scar that refused to heal.I told myself I had done the right thing. For the pack, for unity, for duty. But no matter how many times I repeated it, the words tasted bitter, like bile in my mouth.My parents, of course, were pleased. They said I had made the only choice a true Alpha could.“You put the pack first, Alex,” my father had told me that night, his eyes gleaming with a
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