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I didn't let my shoulders sag, nor did I cry until I was out of the office and in my car. I rolled the windows up fast and headed straight to the place I had been calling home for all these years.
My fingers gripped the steering wheel a bit too tightly, as if I was drowning and trying to physically hold on to something.
“You know I am right here, and it's okay to let yourself feel,” Rain spoke softly in my head, and I smiled despite the sadness weighing on me.
She had been nudging me to let go of Nate, but after I truly did it…she was surprisingly quiet.
No blunt reminders, no scorned words…just a calm quiet that I appreciated more than I could express.
“Thanks,” I mumbled. I was lucky to have her as my wolf.
I was not Nate’s official mate. He had chosen me just like I had chosen him.
But it didn’t matter now.
I had promised to walk away from everything to do with Nate, so I decided to do good on it.
With an eerie calm, I drove the car into the garage, parked and dropped the keys by the stand.
He had accused me of cheating. I didn’t want to be accused of robbery too.
So, I was only going to take what was truly mine.
My phone stayed oddly silent, no missed calls or texts from Nate. I bet Nicole was still there, whispering comforting words to him.
I shook my head so as to not dwell in the past and stepped into the house. I stood stiffly for a moment, unsure where to start first.
But the scent of Nate’s cologne breezed towards me like usual.
Because I would use that in the scented candles to remind me of his presence when he was away. Tonight, that scent felt suffocating.
So I walked towards the side tables and threw all the candles in a trash bag. The first step had been hard, but once I started, I could function better.
The throw pillows and the soft blanket I used to hug while watching cheesy romantic movies went in next.
My attention moved to the photo frames of me and Nate hanging all around the walls, and I took them down one by one. By the time I was done with the living room, there were five big trash bags sitting by the corner.
For a moment, I simply stood there, catching my breath.
“You don't have to do it all at once,” Rain whispered, but I shook my head.
“If I stop, I won't find the strength to continue”
Throwing the wardrobe open, I spent the next few hours separating the clothes I owned, those gifted by him went in one bag, ones I bought with my own money went in another.
I tore down the soft wallpaper with almost a mechanical precision, stripping down the walls of all the warmth I had infused in them.
My books, jewellery, shoes, everything met the same fate. My gaze flicked to the potted plants I had placed all over the shelves and felt a sob working its way up my throat.
I refused to cry and put them all in another box that would go in the donation pile. I moved to his cupboard and pulled out all the stuff I had gifted him- wallets, watches and shirts.
My hand stilled over a sweater I had knitted for him two years ago. It had taken me months to learn to knit.
I almost yanked it out and threw it on the floor, found a pair of scissors and cut through the clothes I had bought for him viciously.
Tears finally began to leak out of my eyes as I put all the cut pieces and waste in a giant heap in the backyard, threw in the sweater and everything else I had gifted him, doused it all in the expensive colognes I had bought for him and lit up a fire.
My feet sagged as I sat there, quietly watching the life I had built with Nate burn down to ashes.
My phone buzzed, and for a fleeting second I thought it was a message from Nate. My fingers shakily reached for the phone to see that it was from the credit card company.
There was still no call or message from him. There would never be hence forth. I pulled out my sim card, and it joined the pile of ashes too.
Wiping my tears, I pulled my purse open, grabbed all the cards that were in my name but tied to his account and cut them up with scissors before throwing them in the burning pile.
Exhale and Inhale.
I focussed on breathing and walked back up to the trash bags, throwing them all in the blazing inferno that was my life until now.
Stepping back into the room, I took one final look at the place I had called home all this time.
Then I turned off the lights and grabbed the two boxes containing my stuff along with the donation box and grabbed my car keys.
Just two boxes…that was all my life amounted to right now.
I loaded it all into the car, stopped by an orphanage to drop the books and crisp blankets somebody in need could benefit from and thought of the place I had called home before I gave it up all for Nate.
Turning the ignition on, I drove straight towards the Night Fury pack, the pack my parents, Alpha Luke and Luna Miranda, ruled.
Mom and Dad were already in their car and about to drive somewhere when Mom saw me approaching in my car.
She stepped out of the car immediately and ran towards me.
“Where the hell have you been, Violet?” She asked me and pulled me into a hug.
“Your phone is not reachable, and neither is that dumb boyfriend of yours answering the calls.” She continued while cupping my face.
“We broke up. Nate and I are officially over”
“What?” Mom looked at me in shock and exchanged a confused glance with my father.
“What happened, dear? What did he do?” She asked, but I had taken all day to forget it, and was not in a condition to voice it out.
So I simply said. “I am tired and need to sleep.”
“Of…of course, my child, this is your home and will always be.” She patted my back while Dad hugged me too.
It felt nice to be hugged by them, like I was still their little girl who would run to them whenever I wanted to cry.
I smiled and replied. “I lost one home, but I won't lose another. I’ll marry whoever you want me to. Arrange the wedding ceremony as soon as possible.”
Mom and Dad exchanged a hesitant look at that.
“What is the matter?”
“Four alphas turned down your marriage proposal yesterday. Nobody wants to associate with our pack anymore. We are on our own”
“What? Why?”
VioletMy room felt like a sanctuary when I finally reached it.I changed into pajamas, and went through the motions of washing my face and brushing my teeth. I hesitantly stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, half expecting to see glowing eyes or reaching hands.But there was only my own reflection, pale and tired and human.Back in my room, I noticed the moon visible through my window. It was full and bright, hanging in the dark sky like a beacon.I moved to the window and looked up at it, letting the silvery light wash over me. There was comfort in the moon, in the white light it cast over all of us."Moon Goddess," I whispered, my hands pressed against the cool glass. "If you're listening, please keep me safe. I am terrified of what is going on. I…I don’t want to feel afraid. Please protect me from whatever is happening. Please guide me through this darkness." Then added “And protect him too”The prayer felt silly, childish even. But it also felt necessary, like reaching out to
VioletThe words might as well have been poison. I watched them land, watched Elijah's face crumple like I'd physically struck him.All the color drained from his features. His eyes went wide with pain so raw it made my stomach turn. His mouth opened but no sound came out, like I'd stolen his ability to speak.When he finally found his voice, it was strained, rough, barely above a whisper."You're right." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the effort. "I'm sorry. I was forgetting my place.""Elijah, no, I mean Alpha Elijah, I should apologize. I am just worked up""No, you're absolutely right." He cleared his throat, the sound harsh. His hands clenched into fists at his sides before he deliberately relaxed them, forcing his body back into controlled composure. "I overstepped. Again. It seems to be a pattern with me."He turned to face me, and the careful blankness of his expression was somehow worse than the raw pain had been. It was like he'd shut down, pulled away, ret
VioletWhen I realized he wasn’t going anywhere I took the bottle from him, forcing myself to stop behaving erratically.I was the goddamn Director of Design. I was supposed to be calm and composed, not screaming like a lunatic.Thankfully, nobody except Elijah saw my meltdown. My gaze flicked to his torn shirt that he quickly buttoned over and covered up with his coat.I raised a shaking hand to wipe at my face after finishing another bottle of water."Here." Elijah pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to me.I hesitated before taking it and dabbed at my face, wiping away the sweat and probably most of my ruined makeup along with it.I wondered what a disaster I must look to him with that messed up hair and mascara running down my eyes.What would the security guards think of me? What would Elijah think of me after I clung to him and clawed at him?I felt embarrassed and couldn’t even look him in the eye."You missed a spot," Elijah said softly.I lowered the handkerch
VioletHe slightly angled my face to the right and I followed his gaze, turning my head slightly to look at the now-open elevator doors.Three security guards stood there, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion. Behind them, the hallway of the parking garage stretched out normally. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, concrete walls solid and unremarkable.“Calm down. You’re safe” He repeated as I still didn’t let go of his shirt.The security guards were staring at us. At me, specifically, still clinging to Elijah like he was a life raft in stormy seas. Their faces were carefully neutral in the way of people witnessing something awkward but trying to be professional about it."Leave," Elijah ordered, his voice brooking no argument. "Now. And get maintenance to check this elevator immediately.""Alpha, but you are…" One of them began but Elijah repeated in a stern voice."Now!!"The security guards nodded and hurried away immediately, leaving the two of us in the still open
VioletMeanwhile, Elijah grabbed me, turned me away from the doors and pulled me against his chest. His body formed a shield between me and whatever I was seeing, solid and warm and real."It's okay," he was saying, his voice urgent but controlled. "You're okay. Nothing's going to hurt you. I'm here."But it wasn't okay. Nothing was okay. Because I could still see her over his shoulder, could see the witch pulling herself further out of the mirror-door, could see her mouth moving in silent words that felt like hooks in my mind.Finish what was started. Free me!!"No," I whimpered, my body growing tired due to the struggle against his arms that might as well have been made of steel.No matter how much I scratched or clawed at him, he didn’t let go.He only pulled me closer, burying my face in Elijah's shirt, wrapping my arms around him with desperate strength."No, no, no."His arms tightened around me, one hand coming up to cradle the back of my head. "I've got you," he murmured, his
VioletIt was time to prove that yesterday's rest had fixed whatever was wrong with me.I picked up my digital pen and touched it to the tablet.And my hand obeyed me.Relief flooded through me as I sketched out a concept for a bracelet, then another for a pendant. They were all normal designs, beautiful but unremarkable, exactly what I should be creating.There were no wolves, thorns or compulsive repetition or loss of control.I'd been right. It had just been stress and exhaustion. Nothing supernatural or strange, just my brain and body telling me I needed rest.I worked through the morning with growing confidence, creating design after design, each one coming easily and naturally. This was what I was good at, what I was meant to do.By lunch, I had a small collection of concepts ready to present to the team. I felt productive and competent and almost happy.Maybe everything really would be okay.Maybe, just maybe, I could get my life back under control.The afternoon passed in a si
VioletThat made me fume in anger again.When he spoke next, his voice was rougher. “You want to know the real reason? I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to see me through Nicole knowing very well how much you hate her.”That stopped me cold.“What is that even supposed to mean?” I asked.“
VioletLady Aurelia’s voice echoed through the huge hall, and for a second every gaze turned to her, maids and servants included.Elijah shook his head slightly and pulled his hand away.“I am not”But Lady Aurelia didn’t let him brush her question away. Instead, she reached forward, grabbed him by
VioletInstead of nervousness, I felt dread.But I pushed the door open quietly, praying to not find the maids waiting for me, to let just this night be over so that I could return home.I had barely texted mom after my arrival here and thankfully she hadn’t pestered me about returning soon.Family
Violet I heard the cockpit door open and somehow forced myself to get back to my seat.I felt I needed to say a lot more than sorry to Elijah, to explain the sudden clinginess but the flight attendant had already appeared, and was taking down our bags.My seat felt colder without him there, as tho







