The morning sunlight poured through the windows of our home in the Neutral Territory, scattering warm patches of light across the floorboards.The air carried the faint scent of cardboard and the bittersweet aroma of farewell.Today was our last day here.Felix was carefully packing the boys' bottles and toys into a large box. His movements were gentle, an almost surreal contrast to the commanding presence of the Alpha he was.I worked nearby, meticulously organizing my research notes and materials. They were treasures I had amassed over the past year.While tidying the bookshelf, my fingers brushed against an unassuming wooden box.I paused, then opened it.Inside lay the magical scroll that had once severed our mate bond—the scroll that had irrevocably changed my fate.Seeing it, long-buried memories surged to the surface: the resolute signature, the anxious waiting at the airport, the lonely march into an uncertain future.Felix noticed my silence. He set down what he was c
Magbasa pa
Mag-log in
