The Alpha Who Let Me Go

His words stung, but I refused to let him see it. Instead, I turned back to the training dummy, driving my fist into it with renewed force. I could feel their eyes on me as they walked away, Serena’s laughter ringing in my ears like a taunt.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Everywhere I went, I could feel the weight of the pack’s judgment. Some were openly hostile, glaring at me as if I’d committed some unforgivable sin. Others were more subtle, their pitying looks cutting just as deep.

By the time evening rolled around, I was emotionally drained. I retreated to my cabin, locking the door behind me and collapsing onto the bed. For the first time since last night, the tears came.

I cried for the mate I’d lost, for the bond that had been shattered. I cried for the humiliation I’d endured and the future I’d dreamed of that was now gone.

But as the tears slowed, a new emotion began to take their place. Anger.

I wasn’t angry at the pack, or even at Serena. No, my anger was directed squarely at Lucian. He had betrayed me, humiliated me, and left me to face the fallout alone. And for what?

The more I thought about it, the more my anger grew.

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