Severing the Alpha's Worthless Vow

I glanced at the family heirloom on Seraphina's wrist, its ancient Alpha power humming with undeniable authority. My eyes moved back to Caleb's face as he struggled to maintain his composure.

"It means exactly what I said. You gave her the family bracelet, imbued with the power of your ancestors, and you bring me… a common stone? Do you really think I'm only worthy of such a thoughtless token?"

Caleb, caught off guard, blinked, clearly not expecting such a direct confrontation.

But Seraphina jumped in before he could recover, her voice laced with that practiced sweetness.

"Elara, don't be mad. Caleb only gave me the bracelet because I loved it so much. But if it bothers you, I'll give it back. Please, don't let this come between you two—it's not worth it."

Her words were honeyed with innocence, but her hand never moved toward the bracelet. Instead, she looked up at Caleb with teary eyes, each teardrop falling as if on command.

Of course, Caleb melted. He pulled her into his arms as if she were the one needing comfort, glaring at me over her head.

"Don't listen to her, Seraphina. That bracelet is yours."

"A gift, once given, belongs to its new owner. You're always so petty, getting worked up over nothing."

I didn't bother to respond. My attention had already returned to the glowing crystal screen in front of me.

I said nothing. Instead, I silently calculated the bracelet's value in pack resources and added the sum to the asset division list for our impending divorce.

My silence only fueled his frustration. He wrapped his arm tighter around Seraphina and stormed out of the apartment.

He deliberately left the door ajar, waiting—expecting me to concede, as I always had.

But this time was different.

I didn't even look up.

With a final, angry slam, he shut the door behind him.

Not long after they left, my clan's elders sent a mind-link, summoning me for dinner.

I agreed. As I arrived at their home, I ran into Caleb.

He looked at me, a flicker of guilt crossing his face before he masked it with forced composure.

"Shall we go in together?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

I nodded and walked past him without a word.

Dinner was exceptionally awkward. My elders had not forgiven him for the public humiliation he'd subjected me to at the bonding ceremony. Their coldness was a palpable force in the room, evident in their clipped words and the sharp glances they shot his way.

Before, I might have stepped in to mediate, to play the peacemaker. Not anymore. This time, I let him sit there and stew in the uncomfortable silence.

When dinner finally ended, I was about to leave when Caleb followed me out. As I turned, my eyes fell on his neck.

There, on the mate mark that should have been exclusively mine, the initial 'S' for Seraphina had been branded into his skin with silver.

The profane mark burned my eyes.

He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable, and rushed to explain.

"Seraphina insisted. She said it would make her feel closer to me."

I nodded, my voice flat and calm. "Right. She's still young. Wolves her age can be possessive."

He frowned, looking like he wanted to say more, but my communication crystal chimed before he could speak.

I ignored him, focusing on the message that required my attention. By the time I was finished, we had arrived back at the apartment.

I got out of the car, and before I could even take a breath, Seraphina rushed over, practically throwing herself into Caleb's arms.

"Caleb, I missed you so much!" she chirped.

Perhaps because I was standing right there, Caleb seemed uncomfortable. He quickly pushed her away before she could press a kiss to his cheek.

"Come on, Seraphina, stop being so childish. You're not a pup anymore."

She shot me a smug look, her voice full of playful sweetness. "But I am your favorite, aren't I? We're still so close!"

I ignored their little drama and walked straight into the building.

But just as I reached the entrance, something on the lobby's large, magical image stone caught my eye—a slideshow of photos.

They were all of Seraphina and Caleb. Some showed them cuddling while watching the sunrise, others of them dining together. And the last one…

The two of them, locked in a passionate kiss.

The moment I glanced at the images, Caleb rushed to my side, his voice urgent and desperate.

"Elara, those are fake. You have to believe me. Please don't be angry, it's not good for the pup."

I turned to face him, catching the flicker of guilt in his eyes.

I nodded slowly. "They're beautifully shot, though."

His brow furrowed, his face a mask of confusion.

"Elara, aren't you angry?"

My expression was firm, serene. "No. Not at all."

Before he could press further, my communication crystal rang. It was the healer, calling to discuss the details of my post-ritual check-up for the next day.

I walked away to take the call, paying no mind to Caleb's reaction.

When I returned, the scene unfolding was all too familiar. Caleb stood there, protectively shielding Seraphina as he raised his voice, reprimanding a young pack member.

From their heated argument, it wasn't hard to piece together what had happened. A young wolf had accidentally spilled wine on Seraphina's dress, and now Caleb was relentlessly demanding an apology.

Watching the scene, I was reminded of an incident from years ago. We had been at another banquet, much like this one.

I was standing off to the side when Seraphina, seemingly by accident, drew the attention of a spy from a rival pack. I was injured intercepting the spy, my gown soaked in blood.

I had looked to Caleb for help, but he had unleashed his fury on me, his words sharp and cruel in front of everyone.

"Can't you even handle yourself? Do you have any idea how important this alliance meeting is? What's the point of a useless mate like you even being alive?"

His final words were the most brutal.

"If I were you, I would have just died on the battlefield."

My thoughts snapped back to the present. I watched him, the same man, now protecting Seraphina over a spilled drink.

It was laughable.

Without another word, I turned and walked away.