I stared at the screen, my chest tightening with each word. Nina had always hated me, always thought Elara deserved better. But with everything crumbling around me, I realized—I didn’t care what Nina or anyone else thought anymore.
My reply was short and final: "Don’t worry, Nina. I’m not his mate anymore."
Hitting send felt like ripping open an old wound, but it was the truth. Our bond was shattered, and I wasn’t going to hide behind lies any longer.
I wasn’t finished yet.
Scrolling through my gallery, I found two pictures—one of Darius and me from the day I thought we were forever, and the other, an ultrasound of the pup that never got to be born. Without hesitation, I posted them both with a caption.
"Just a couple of memories—one of a broken promise and the other of a future that never happened because he was too busy with his mistress."
Ember's POV
The moment I pressed "post," my phone exploded with notifications—likes, comments, and messages flooded in, creating a cacophony of buzz. Yet, not a single word from Elara's so-called friends in the pack.
I ignored the chaos.
Then came the calls, one after another—my parents and even the Alpha himself. I let them all go to voicemail.