Alpha Begged Me Back After I Left
One of the pack elders—a gray-haired man with a permanent scowl—looked up from his papers and curled his lip in disgust.
"We've expedited your application as requested," he said coldly. "Once the Alpha confirms approval, you'll be free to leave our pack." He leaned forward, voice dripping with contempt. "If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to stay here another day."
I said nothing, turning to exit the council hall with my head held high despite the burning shame.
The sun was setting as I stepped outside. The Blood Moon Festival had just ended, and festive decorations still adorned the streets. Everywhere I looked, pack members walked together—mates holding hands, families laughing. Their