I looked at the envelope now sitting in the center of the table, Ethan’s careless signature smeared slightly by steak grease.
“Happy anniversary, Alpha,” I whispered bitterly.
Ivy’s POV
I sat alone on the edge of the bed that used to be mine and Ethan’s—though it had been cold on his side for over a year. The silence pressed in around me, suffocating, so thick it was as if the very walls bore witness to my despair.
The room, once filled with warmth and the scent of lavender from my oils, now reeked of loss. The love I had once clung to like a lifeline was long gone, replaced with the bitter stench of betrayal.
I stared at the phone in my hand, my thumb hovering over the call button. I hesitated, swallowing hard.
With a deep breath, I pressed it.
The line connected almost immediately. “Ivy,” came Alpha Vincent’s voice—deep, commanding, and unmistakably angry. His tone was a blade wrapped in velvet. “To what do I owe this unexpected call?”
I gripped the phone tightly. “I… I need your help.” I sighed and opened my mouth to explain, “I need you to come get me out of Foreland Pack. I’ll be ready once the elder confirms everything is finalized.”