บททั้งหมดของ After He Married My Sister: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 33

For days, Aron barely left Ash Born’s borders.If he wasn’t tracking Julia’s trail, he was haunting the ruined house—the place he’d hidden when the pack cast him out.Rain bled through the roof’s cracks. The boards smelled damp and rusty.Still he stayed—Because her breath lingered there.It was where she walked him through the dark.She taught him the temperature of light, the layout of each chair and wall.Blind then, he mapped the world by her voice and scent.She’d said, “You’ll see someday. Make sure the first one you see is me.”He closed his eyes. He had lost her— after he saw again.His fingers pressed the crack in a clay cup when the call came.“Alpha,” the Beta said carefully, “we found word of Julia. She’s in Oslo— interviewing at a design firm.”Air froze; Aron exhaled slowly.“Book the soonest flight.”“You haven’t slept— perhaps rest—”“I won’t repeat myself.”He took the coat that still held her faint scent.The car slipped from the woods; night split the road in two.

I never saw Aron again.He sold his Ash Born shares and left the north.Some said he vanished in a blizzard. Others that he exiled himself.No one knew where he went.I didn’t look.Silver Claw’s lands had long since changed hands.Henry and Lisa sent word asking me to return.I mailed back the blood‑severance deed—didn’t leave a trace of scent.As my pen touched the paper, ink smelled like burned bloodline.Saying it didn’t hurt would be a lie.But I’d learned to be silent inside pain.All the bonds of pack and fate ended in ash.—I am Julia.No one’s daughter. No one’s partner.A year later, I bought a derelict warehouse by a southern harbor.Sea‑salt had bleached the floorboards white; wind never stopped outside the windows.I opened my own studio there.A handful of like‑minded designers worked with me— all Betas.No bowing. No kneeling.That equality let me breathe for the first time.Work was hard—but every night I slept deep.No blood in my dreams. No orders.It was our first da