The Lost Alpha’s Daughter

Avery's POV

I sat alone at my desk, tucked away in the quietest corner of my bedroom, the weight of my reality crashing down on me. The pain, the betrayal, the fury—they all twisted together, suffocating my thoughts. I had no choice. I had to walk away, and this time, there would be no turning back.

My hand trembled as I gripped the pen, struggling to find the right words. But I couldn’t leave without saying something. Something for Harland Something that would put an end to the illusion I had once believed in.

I began writing:

Harland,

I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. You have shattered every piece of me I thought you once cherished. I won’t keep pretending—not for you, not for anyone. I’m leaving, and this time, I won’t be looking back.

And you never even noticed, did you? It never even crossed your mind to care. I’m pregnant. A week ago, I stood in front of that damn gift box, ready to surprise you with the news, and you were too preoccupied with Maureen. The woman you so desperately wanted beside you, the one who replaced me, the one who reduced me to nothing more than a shadow in her wake.

I thought what we had was real. I believed in us. Five years of my life—our life—meant absolutely nothing to you. Every moment we shared, every ounce of love I poured into us, was meaningless to you.

I know you’re tired of me. I know I bore you. I know I will never be her. I don’t have what she does. But now, you don’t have to endure me any longer. I’m walking away from you, from your deception, from this place that has suffocated me for far too long.

Goodbye, Harland, for the last time.

Forever,

Avery

I stared at the letter, my heart unraveling with every word. This wasn’t just the end of a relationship—it was the end of everything I had held onto, everything I had fought for. A part of me wanted to stay, to demand answers, to scream at him for everything he had done. But deep down, I knew it was useless. There was nothing left for me here.

I carefully folded the letter, tucking it into the box beside the divorce papers I had prepared earlier. The weight of that box felt heavier than just documents—it carried the remnants of my past, the final chapter of this painful story.

My gaze swept across the room, once filled with memories, now poisoned with heartache. The faint scent of Maureen still lingered, a cruel reminder of everything I had lost. My stomach twisted, but I had no time for regret. Staying here any longer would only prolong my suffering.

I grabbed the box and slipped out through the back door, weaving silently through the packhouse until I reached the Alpha’s office. This box—this final fragment of my past—had to be somewhere Harland would find immediately.

The walk was eerily quiet, my footsteps echoing through the stillness. Soon, this place would be nothing but ashes. I had set the timer before leaving—the packhouse would be engulfed in flames once I was far enough away. There was no turning back.

At the office, I placed the box behind a pile of papers on his desk. One last glance around, one last breath of this life, and then I walked away. Straight to the airport.

As I boarded the plane, reality settled over me like a heavy fog. This wasn’t just the end of Harland and me. It was the end of everything. I no longer belonged here—not in the pack, not in that house, not with him.

Strapping myself in, I exhaled a shaky breath. But just as I started to let go, a news broadcast on the airport screen caught my eye.

BREAKING NEWS: The Royal Family Continues Search for Their Long-Lost Daughter.

My pulse spiked.

The king and queen had spent over twenty years searching for their stolen child, the princess taken from them at birth. The only clue to her identity? A birthmark on her left wrist—a crescent-shaped mark.

I glanced at my own wrist.

The familiar mark stared back at me.

No. It couldn’t be. Just a coincidence. It had to be.

Yet, no matter how hard I tried, the thought refused to leave me. My mind spiraled, but before I could dwell on it, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

I checked the screen. My heart clenched.

Harland

I ignored it.

Then, more messages flooded in.

“The house is on fire. Where are you? Are you inside? Answer me now.”

Another.

“I knew you weren’t there. Where are you? Maureen is sick. I heard you have the Moonstone—you need to come back. You can help her.”

I almost laughed. Even now, they still wanted something from me.

Then, a new message.

“What’s with the divorce papers? I never signed them. What’s happening? Just talk to me. I can explain.”

Explain? Now he wanted to explain?

Another.

“Why can’t I feel the mate bond anymore? Why does it feel… gone? Avery, where are you?”

I didn’t reply. I wouldn’t. I blocked his number, severing the last tie between us.

The mate bond? It had broken the moment he chose Maureen over me.

I leaned back, watching as the plane taxied down the runway.

I had done it. I had left it all behind.

I was finally free.

And I was never coming back.