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“First of all, Cassius knows,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “I wonder why he didn’t tell you.” The words hung heavily in the small space between us. Everett’s brows drew together slightly while Camelia’s eyes narrowed, as if she was trying to read whether I was telling the truth or not. I took a slow breath, forcing myself to stay steady. Once upon a time I had respected them deeply. They had been the leaders of a powerful pack, people I had once believed would become my family. But standing here now, listening to their accusations, I could feel the last threads of that respect slipping away.“Second,” I continued firmly, “I am his fated mate.” Neither of them interrupted. “And he wanted to be an Alpha more than he wanted to be with me.”The words tasted bitter in my mouth. Saying them aloud made something inside me twist painfully, but it was still the truth. “I did the only thing I knew how to do,” I said quietly. “I left.”My fingers curled slightly at my sides as old

The pack was running well. Everything functioned exactly as it should. Patrols moved on time, supplies were accounted for, and disputes between wolves were resolved before they could turn into real problems. Every report that crossed my desk confirmed the same thing.Blood Moon pack was stable. Strong. Disciplined. Yet the quiet efficiency of it all did nothing to settle the chaos in my head. Being Alpha demanded control. Wolves watched me constantly—every decision, every reaction, every shift in my expression. A leader who appeared uncertain could weaken an entire territory. So I did what I had always done.I held everything together. On the outside, nothing had changed. On the inside, everything had.The large office that once felt like the center of my authority now felt strangely hollow. The walls were covered with maps of our territory and surrounding packs, each marked carefully with patrol routes and negotiation agreements.Every inch of it represented responsibility. Power. L

The house felt smaller the moment they stepped in.It wasn’t the space. Nothing had changed physically. The same walls, the same soft light falling through the windows, the same toys scattered across the floor that I had grown used to stepping over. But something about their presence made everything feel tighter, heavier, as if the life I had built here was being quietly inspected, questioned, disturbed.Cassius stood there like he didn’t belong, yet like he had every right to be there.That contradiction unsettled me more than anything else.Kane and Selena stood near the hallway, watching with wide, curious eyes. They weren’t scared. They weren’t even confused in the way adults would be. They were simply… observing. Taking everything in,

The moment the children were led away, the house felt unbearably quiet.Priya had come at the right time, almost sensing that the tension inside the house had reached its breaking point. She had smiled gently at Kane and Selena, offering to take them to the park for a little while. Selena had gone easily, holding Priya’s hand and chatting about something excitedly. Kane had lingered a second longer, his eyes moving between me and Cassius, as if trying to decide whether leaving me alone with him was a good idea.“It’s okay,” I had told him softly, brushing his hair back. “Go. I’ll be right here.”He didn’t look convinced, but he nodded anyway and followed Selena.And just like that, the house emptied.The silence that followed was suffocating.The moment the door shut behind them, the strength I had been holding onto began to crack. I stood there for a few seconds, staring at the closed door, breathing slowly, trying to steady myself.But the moment I turned back toward Cassius…Someth

I had not expected her to apologize.After everything she had said, after the way her voice had trembled with years of anger and fear, I had prepared myself for silence… or worse, for her to walk away and leave me kneeling there like a man who had finally been stripped of everything he once believed defined him.But instead, she stood there, breathing hard, her shoulders still tense, her eyes still swollen from crying. The silence between us stretched long enough for me to feel every second settle into my bones. My knees ached slightly from remaining on the floor, but I did not move. I did not dare.Then she spoke.“I shouldn’t have said that like that.” Her voice was quieter now. Not soft, not gentle, but steadier than before. Controlled. For a moment, I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly.I lifted my head slowly, meeting her gaze. There was no warmth in her eyes, but there was something else there now—something heavier than anger. Restraint. “I meant what I said,” she continued,