Now he’s standing here, his expression as cold and unfeeling as ever. “If you’re bored, Izara, there’s plenty to do around the pack,” he says, like my grief and rage are some sort of inconvenience to him.
And then Vivian, swaying like a delicate flower, grabs his arm. His demeanor softens instantly, his voice dripping with tenderness I’ve never known from him. “You’re still unwell. You should rest,” he says to her, steadying her as if she’s the most precious thing in the world.
I’ve had enough.
My fists clench, and I force my voice to stay calm, though it trembles with anger. “I’m leaving for good, Alpha Mavros.”
His head snaps up, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“It’s not ridiculous. It’s freedom,” I say, my voice finally steady. “Freedom from you.”
Izara's POV
We never sealed the bond. No Luna ceremony, no wedding—because Alpha Mavros never planned for me to be the Luna of the Amunar pack.
That wedding eight years ago? A joke. A damn performance to keep my parents happy. They wanted their precious daughter to settle down with her fated mate. They trusted him. Believed he’d take care of me, Vivian, and the pack. But me? I wasn’t fooled.