LOGINZACHARY. Standing before the woman who had always lowered her head before me two years ago felt different. She didn't bow, her hands didn't tremble, and she didn't need to hide behind Kyran all the time. I smiled, wiped off dust from my suit, and tilted my head slightly. “Alpha Zachary of Ravenmoore pack,” I answered her, and noticed as her brows furrowed. She was dressed plainly. Blue dress, a bow on her long silk hair. She had this cold gaze that managed to bite so hard into my skin. “What do you want?” “You don't treat your fellow alpha this way, do you?” I asked, and she scoffed. Her smile remained plastic. “What do you think, Alpha Zachary?” “I think you should let me in since I bear news from the elders themselves,” I said, and her brows relaxed. Her eyes held mine for the longest, then she nodded. “Come in.” With that, she walked back inside, not sparing her men another glance. My brow raised. Indeed, everyone was right. This Mabel wasn't the one who was desperate o
GENA. I called him with all the numbers I got, but he didn't answer any. He kept ignoring me, like I wasn't important to him anymore. I threw my phone to the bed and stood up, hands twitching at my side. The room I was standing in was small. More like a bunk space with only a small light bulb above, a wooden door that could be invaded by rogues anytime, and a small bed that creaked so loudly every single time. How could I remain in his pack, and yet I suffer this much? How could I fall so fast from grace to grass?“Urgh!” I groaned, smacking my forehead, and stomping my foot so hard on the ground that it cracked. I paused and stared down. I shifted and noticed that the floorboard had cracked open. This was how bad I was living. Months ago, I wore the most luxurious dress, the highest jewellery, my smile was even prettier, and the moment that witch arrived, everything changed. Just like years back when she had arrived with that little boy, and claimed that Kyran was her mate.Arg
KYRAN. I heard the doorbell ring, and I tilted my head slightly. I wasn't expecting anyone yet. I stood up from where I was seated and closed the book I had been scribbling on for the past few hours. Mabel’s name was written on each page of the book, followed by her likes and dislikes. When I said I was going to get my mate back, I meant it, and I knew that I would succeed. My confidence?It's been hours, and I haven't heard any whisper suggesting that the package had been thrown. It meant that she accepted it. I walked to the door, opened the peephole, and saw one of Mabel’s elite guards. My hands immediately reached for the doorknob. I hated that there was an internal tremble in my hands and that my heart was racing right now. Did it finally get to her? Was she pleased and decided to answer? The door opened, and the guard bowed towards me. I followed his gaze down and noticed the red parcel I had sent. The tape was off, meaning it had been opened.But why did he bring it w
MABEL. I sat down in the sitting room, the scent of bean curled in the air as a cup of coffee sat on the low marble table before me. My gaze was glued on my laptop, legs crossed. It was evening already, and I was expecting the email from the supreme council elders. I heard the sound of pounding feet, followed by forcefully bouncing on the sofa. Kyra has been running around the entire time since she returned from school. Mommy, school was fun. Mommy, my teacher loved me. Mommy, I wasn't stubborn. I exhaled, then rubbed my forehead a bit, kept the laptop on the sofa next to me, and turned. Kyra was there, wearing a simple pink gown, hair tied in two ponytails. She was holding a red packed parcel. It was little, but bigger than both her palms combined. She shook it close to her ear. It made some noise, and she smiled, then began unwrapping. “What's that?” I asked, and she turned to me, blinking, her cheeks tinted red, as dimples appeared. “Don't be acting cute, Kyra. It won't ma
KYRAN. I watched as one of her guards threw the parcel in the public waste, right before everyone who passed by. The white flower got stained by the dirty trash water while I watched with my jaw clenched. The people passed by, saw the note, and immediately left. Some whispered, some laughed, while the rest just shook their heads like a grandfather who was tired of his incompetent son. My hands folded at my side while staring at the scene. I was hidden away from sight, somewhere, trying to get something for Arlan since the five different breakfasts I made this morning all tasted terrible. He had refused to talk or eat last night, and I realised that I needed to convince Mabel quickly before Arlan fell ill again. “Here you go,” the seller said, handing me the bag of cooked food. I took it and handed him some cash. I glanced at the parcel again before I turned away. I returned to the house I rented, and I saw Arlan dressed in a simple academy uniform. Purple and black cloth, blac
MABEL. I dismissed everyone and returned to my room. It was dark and cold, but I kept hearing Arlan's voice in my head.“Please don't leave me, mom, please..” The way his voice cracked. I sat down on the bed, my hands gripping the duvet tightly. “Young master starved, hoping that you would return to take him when he fell sick.” Evie said that to me. It was clear and crisp. My son waited in vain. And whether Kyran cared or not, I couldn't tell. I let out a ragged breath, then moved into the center of the bed. The bed was soft under me, the duvet was made of fluffy foam, but it did nothing to stop my mind from spiralling.I had to let him go. His future was with Kyran. And if I let him in, then what next? Kyran would dare to come in, too, and then everything I had built all these years would come crumbling down. I shut my eyes and circled my arms around me. It's for the best.That night, I didn't sleep. One moment I was turning, and the next, birds were chirping outside. I stood
KYRANThe banquet ended even before it started, everyone slowly walked away. I stood in the centre, my head lowered, hands at my side. “Look at him, he looks pitiful,” a soft whisper reached my ears. My knuckles cracked to the point it turned white.Pitiful? That word used to be best reserved for
MABELThis was totally worth it. From the look on his face to the way color drained from his features just by seeing me… It brought a twisted sense of satisfaction to me. He said he searched for me, that I should've returned?And then what? Watch him treat Gena with love while I drowned in helpl
MABEL. It was already dark when I left Kyra in the care of Evie to meet with GusI arrived at a small cottage. I exhaled. The old man had decided that he wanted to spend more time around here. According to him. He felt closer to the spirit of his old friends when he came to the cottage. Everywhe
MABEL. I stood up, slid the document into the drawer, and fixed my suit absent-mindedly. I remembered two years ago. Kyra was lying on that bed, her face pale, lips cracked. Her whimpers were enough to make anyone with an actual heart pity her. She lay there so long, and for once, Kyran didn't







