The Alpha’s Silent Vow

The phone rang several times before someone finally picked up. A groggy, freshly-awakened female voice came through the line.

"...Hello? Who is this?" The woman yawned.

Her feigned casualness clashed with Olivia Lewis's tense silence. After a brief pause, Nalani Wheeler’s voice resumed, laced with a hint of apology and awkwardness.

"I picked up the wrong phone. Hang on, I'll go get the Alpha..."

"No need," Olivia cut her off, her voice steady but laced with an edge of steel. "Just let him know that I have all the documents ready. Let's meet at the registrar's office at 3 PM."

Without giving Nalani a chance to reply, Olivia ended the call. Though she hadn't eaten since the night before, a wave of nausea rolled in her stomach, threatening to overtake her. All those declarations of matehood, of unending devotion, seemed meaningless if he could turn to someone else so easily. A cheater remains a cheater, no matter the justification.

Olivia remembered discovering this 'accidental revelation' in her previous life. The pain had been so intense it nearly knocked her out. She lost all self-control, confronting both Kyson Baker, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, and Nalani, a Gamma warrior in his pack, like a storm. Nalani seemed apologetic, yet her words labeled it as a misunderstanding, an accident, urging Olivia not to blame the Alpha. Kyson remained silent, letting Olivia express her rage, her tears, and her need to know if his promises had ever been real.

His silence implied an unspoken burden, as if he were the victim, quietly enduring his suffering. In the end, everyone in the pack sided with their Alpha. They reasoned he had his motives, that he hadn't intended for it to happen, that Olivia shouldn't hold him accountable. They committed the wrong, yet she was somehow to blame. His calm demeanor painted her as the irrational one.

This led Olivia to doubt herself, questioning if she had overreacted, if she was mistaken for suspecting an affair and tarnishing what had been years of pure friendship. Did her hysteria drive Kyson and Nalani to solidify their questionable relationship? In a daze, she eventually agreed to the dissolution of their mate bond.

However, after Kyson handed her the papers, his health worsened upon returning to the packhouse. Mathias Rodriguez, a Delta warrior, and the others could no longer hold back, confronting Olivia and accusing her of exacerbating the Alpha's condition. They asked if she realized what Kyson had done, all to free her from the burden. Childhood friends who had grown from schoolmates to mates, with no family of his own, Olivia was all Kyson had. Knowing she would never leave him, he took this drastic step to push her away.

Olivia struggled to accept the betrayal and the end of his love, but Mathias and others insisted it was because he loved her too much that he inflicted this pain on her. Initially, Kyson could have lived for another two years, but her overblown reactions supposedly worsened his condition. It was all her fault.

Alone against their accusations, Olivia's mental state crumbled entirely. After one last look at Kyson's comatose figure in the pack's infirmary, she rushed to the rooftop and jumped.

Reflecting now, it all seemed foolish.

Given another chance, she chose to forgive herself and move on from the past.

Yet, at the registrar's office, Olivia waited for hours. Kyson showed up only after the office had closed for the day.

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The sun had already dipped below the horizon when the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack finally arrived, his towering frame silhouetted against the dimming sky. His presence, even weakened by illness, still carried the weight of his rank, the aura of an Alpha pressing down on the space around him. Olivia straightened her posture, refusing to let him see how his lateness affected her.

"You're late," she said coolly, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.

Kyson's dark eyes narrowed, but he didn't apologize. "I had pack business to attend to," he replied, his tone dismissive. "You didn't need to wait."

Olivia clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "This isn't just about convenience, Kyson. This is about ending our mate bond. Or have you forgotten what that means?"

His jaw tightened, but he didn't respond. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, even in his weakened state. Olivia forced herself to stand her ground, refusing to let him intimidate her.

"Let's get this over with," she said, her voice cold.

Kyson hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching hers as if looking for something—regret, hesitation, anything. But Olivia's expression remained unreadable, her resolve unwavering. Finally, he nodded, and they walked into the now-empty registrar's office together.

The room was silent, save for the sound of their footsteps echoing against the tiled floor. Olivia placed the documents on the counter, her hands steady as she signed her name. Kyson watched her, his gaze intense, but Olivia refused to meet his eyes.

When it was his turn, Kyson hesitated, his pen hovering over the paper. "Olivia," he began, his voice low, almost pleading. "Are you sure about this?"

For a moment, Olivia's resolve wavered. Her wolf, usually silent, stirred in the back of her mind, a quiet whimper of pain. But Olivia pushed it down, burying it deep. She had made her decision.

"I'm sure," she said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Kyson's jaw tightened again, but he didn't argue. He signed the papers with a swift, practiced hand, the sound of the pen scratching against the paper final, definitive.

It was done. Their mate bond, once unbreakable, was now severed. Olivia felt a strange mix of relief and emptiness as she turned to leave, but Kyson's voice stopped her.

"Olivia," he said, his tone softer now, almost gentle. "Take care of yourself."

She paused, her back to him, and for a moment, she thought she heard a hint of regret in his voice. But she didn't turn around. She couldn't.

"You too, Kyson," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. And then she walked out, leaving him standing there in the empty office, the weight of their past hanging heavy in the air.