Theme responded with a fond knock on her forehead. “If I didn’t keep an eye on you, you’d end up puking, and then I’d be the one dealing with it.”
Liora stuck out her tongue. “You’re overreacting. It’s because you care about me too much.”
The two of them flirted openly in front of me, and I watched silently, feeling nothing but cold detachment inside.
Just as we were eating, someone suddenly shouted, “Fire!”
The crowd erupted into chaos, scattering in every direction.
As I stood up, I saw someone dar past me
Then, I watched as Thorne wrapped Liora tightly in his arms, rushing toward the exit without looking back.
For a moment, time blurred–1 could almost see the eighteen–year–old boy again, standing in that same spot. Back then, it was me he shielded without hesitation
I stood frozen, watching their retreating figures. The truth hit me like a gut punch: our mate bond had frayed long before I’d dared to admit. “It’s time to let go of our mate,” my wolf whispered,
I nodded, “But let’s get out of here first.”
We didn’t stop until we reached a safe place, and Thorne finally turned around. He looked at me from a distance, dumbfounded.
“I was in such a rush, I didn’t mean to
I smiled and interrupted him. “It’s fine, I understand.”
Soon, Thorne had confirmed my travel plans, and I had packed my bags-
After double–checking that this room no longer held any trace of me, I looked around the empty pack house, took out a silver knife, and made a small cut in my palm
*1, Ophelia Thomfield, reject Thorne Ashen, Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, to be my mate.
Severing the mate bond wasn’t as
es painful as I had imagined. My wolf only felt relief.
“We’re free,” my woll whispered.
Once everything was done, I grabbed my suitcase and left without a second glance.
Of course, I didn’t go on that trip. Instead, I returned to my parents‘ house to prepare for my mating ceremony. After all, my wedding day was fast «pproaching
Meanwhile, Thome was busy with companying Liora trying her wedding dress and had no time to think about me.
The wedding day came, and it was also the first time I met my betrothed, Alpha Xhader.
I had to admit, my parents had good taste. He looked even better in person than in his photos. Both his appearance and his build
The wedding procession was a sight to behold. I got into the car, and our grand convoy rolled forward in a wave of celebration.
were impeccable,
When we passed another bridal party heading the opposite way, both sides paused in unison so that the brides could exchange their bouquets.
The window slowly lowered. Inside the other car, Thome turned around, then our gaze met.
A storm of emotions surged in his gaze. His voice trembled with disbellel.
“Ophelia, how can it be you? What are you doing here?”
Dreame
