The next morning, I woke up in my room, my clothes folded neatly on top of my study table. I knew my mom prepared it for me.
I am one of the rare cases of a female wolf that survived the shift without Desar.
I couldn't remember what happened that night, but what matters was I survived.
After putting my clothes on, I checked my phone and saw Desar’s messages were waiting for my reply.
‘What’s gotten into you?’
‘Come back when you’re ready to stop being so difficult.’
I ignored them. There was nothing left to say to him, nothing I hadn’t said in a hundred different arguments. I’d tried so many times to make him see that I wasn’t just an option. Every time I voiced my feelings, he’d dismiss me or, worse, accuse me of wanting his full attention when he's busy enough as the pack's Alpha.
I clung to the hope that he might choose me over her someday.
But seeing them together, and hearing him lie to my face—it was as though every piece of hope I’d kept alive was shattered. This time, I was done pretending that his “friendship” with Elize was innocent.