บททั้งหมดของ Five Years As A Rogue Omega, Now I’m The Lycan Princess: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

"The ceremony is off. We'll postpone until the next full moon."My Alpha, Caleb, announced this in front of the Moon Goddess altar."Jenna needs me." He turned, cupping my face in his hands.His eyes were full of concern. Pain and guilt were written all over his face. But his tone was final. "Only my Alpha scent can soothe her. She could die, Evelyn. We have to save her."Jenna. It was always Jenna.Every time she called, this was his unshakable excuse."Caleb, we're one step away from completing the mating bond," I said, looking at him calmly.He sighed, kissing my forehead with a gentle but hurried press of his lips."I know this is hard for you, Evelyn. I wanted to make you fully mine tonight, too." He gazed at me, his voice dripping with a familiar, patronizing sweetness. "But you understand, don't you? You've always been the strong one. The understanding one."That look in his eyes said it all: You're a helpless rogue orphan. Being my mate is the greatest honor you'll ever have. J

The next afternoon, a black, heavy-duty tactical SUV pulled up in front of Maya’s apartment building.The doorbell rang.Caleb stood outside, holding a black coffee from the bakery at the edge of the territory, my favorite.He looked calm, well-dressed.As if our breakup at the altar last night was just a petty tantrum from his mate.Maya blocked the doorway, eyeing him with suspicion."Let him in," I said from the couch, my voice flat.Caleb walked in, placing the coffee on the table. "Your favorite dark roast. Are you done being angry?"He sat across from me, adopting the posture of a superior ready to solve a minor problem."How do you want me to make it up to you? I'll cancel my patrols for next month. I'll spend the whole week with you, how about that?"I looked at the steaming coffee. "I already told you. We're over.""Stop throwing the word 'breakup' around, Evelyn." He was patient, but a flicker of exhaustion crossed his brow. He was lecturing me again. "We can't always fight a

The gates to the mountain resort were ajar. There were no decorations.Caleb stood in the empty courtyard, his voice shaking. “Where’s the celebration? The flowers? The music?”The manager wrung his hands. “Alpha Caleb, Miss Evelyn came by three days ago and canceled everything.”“Canceled?”The manager handed him a manila envelope. “She left this for you. Said to give it to you if you came.”Caleb’s hands trembled as he opened it. Inside was a hand-drawn seating chart. The lines were perfect, the colors precise. Blue for the Crimson River pack, silver for the High Council. He recognized several of the silver names. Names that made every Alpha in the North hold their breath.“When… when was this drawn?”Marcus, standing beside him, lowered his voice. “Alpha, for the last six months… Evelyn came here almost every week. She supervised every detail herself. Alone. The angle of the lights, the vintage of the wine… even the folds in the tablecloths.”Caleb’s hands started to shake uncontrol

“Evelyn, did you see this? I’m literally going to lose my mind!”Maya’s furious voice message echoed in the spacious room.A second later, a screenshot from the pack social media page came through.Caleb had been discharged from the hospital that morning. And Jenna had immediately posted a new photo.In it, Caleb’s left arm was in a heavy sling. Jenna was leaning delicately against his right shoulder, her expression innocent and pitiable.The caption was a public gut punch: Even when he’s hurt, his gentleness is all for me. Thank you, my hero.The comments were a storm of mockery aimed at me.“Looks like that rogue is finally out of the picture for good.”“Who can compete with a childhood bond? The Alpha’s preference is obvious.”I calmly scrolled past it and tossed my phone onto the sofa.Jenna was never the problem.The problem was Caleb’s choice.That afternoon, my encrypted phone rang. An unknown, untraceable number.I answered, and Caleb’s ragged breathing filled the line.“Evelyn

The butler’s voice came from the doorway of my study as I was signing a pack territory merger agreement.“Miss Kingsley. A package from the Crimson River pack.”I finished my signature, then looked up. “Leave it on the desk.”It had been a month.Maya had told me on the phone that Caleb had handed all pack duties to his Beta and disappeared to the lawless Northern Wastes to “heal.”“Heal,” Maya had scoffed. “More like he went to freeze his brain awake.”I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of my new penthouse, looking out at the snow-capped mountains, and only said, “I understand.”And I did.I understood that I no longer needed anyone’s regret to validate me. I was building my own career, learning to live my own life.Now, the package sat in front of me.I tore open the paper. Inside was a letter and something else, carefully wrapped in velvet.I unfolded the letter first. Caleb’s handwriting was still messy, but even more broken than in the notebook.Evelyn,I’ve written a thousand