Too Late to Apologize, My Dear Alpha

The next morning, I had an early shift at the pack’s clinic, so I woke up and prepared myself quickly. As I descended the stairs of the pack house, I couldn't help but overhear the Omegas whispering among themselves.

"I heard Felicity's from some ancient witch lineage," one Omega murmured, her voice filled with excitement.

"Really? That explains a lot," another Omega responded, awe evident in her tone.

Their conversation lingered in my mind, leaving me both curious and uneasy. But, dismissing it as something irrelevant to my routine, I continued with my day.

After the morning meeting at the clinic ended, Dane mind-linked me. His tone carried a hint of irritation. “Why didn’t you wake me up? You even left early without telling me! Now, I'm late.”

I used to take care of every detail of his morning, especially after we mated. Clothes were laid out, breakfast prepared with care, and a gentle wake-up call. It was a ritual I followed every single day. Now, his tone made it clear that he had come to expect these gestures as if they were obligations rather than acts of love.

But I was never meant to be his maid; I was his mate! I was his Luna. I had the right to choose what I would and wouldn't do. “Instead of talking to me, why don't you just get up and ready yourself?"

“What about my clothes?” He asked again, sounding almost helpless.

“Just pick something from the closet. It’s all there,” I replied.

“But I can’t find anything," the Alpha began, but since another healer called me over before he could finish, I spoke, “I have to go. Just find your clothes yourself,” I said, cutting him off and hurrying to help my co-worker.

Moments later, it didn't seem like he had the intention to stop bugging me through our mind link. Goodness, I hear him more often than my wolf!

"The shirts are wrinkled! You haven’t ironed them? I can’t go to the meeting with other Alphas wearing this!"

Then another complaint came, "You didn’t cook breakfast for me too?"

Before I could respond, the head healer of the pack's clinic called me over, his voice brimming with excitement. “Luna, great news! After reviewing your performance, and your knowledge about herbs and modern medicine, the Lotus Tower wants to discuss further training with you."

My eyes widened upon hearing the great news. I had originally turned down this opportunity, believing that the mateship with Alpha Dane and having children with him as we led Silver Moon Pack together was my future. But now, I saw how hopeless those dreams had been. This fated mateship, and building a family with him had lost their appeal. Staying with my mate felt not only pointless but also foolish.

“I’ve thought it over. I’ll go,” I replied, feeling a newfound sense of determination.

“Excellent choice!” The head Wolf Healer exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious. He instructed me to prepare and said he would notify me once the dates were set.

This opportunity was my chance to carve out a future on my own terms, a future no longer tethered to Dane. A future where my gift to heal could be honed.

Time slipped away as I immersed myself in work. When I glanced out the window, the world had already turned dark. Just as I was settling in with another stack of documents about ancient poisons, Dane mind linked me.

“Why aren’t you home yet? What about my dinner?” He demanded.

Until when do I have to act like his servant?

The thought of returning to the pack house, in our suffocating room, filled me with a deep sense of revulsion. That was why I stayed late at pack's clinic, busying myself with preparations for my journey to the Lotus Tower

Lotus Tower was the dream of every Wolf Healer. It was where books about healing, their magical power, and their greatness lie. Not only that, Lotus Tower was founded to train and hone healers of their kind.

“One of the healers had an emergency, so we switched shifts. Just let the Omegas cook your dinner,” I said, fabricating a quick excuse.

“What do you mean?” Dane sounded taken aback.

In the past, the maids' or even the Omega's cooking was never an option. I had always prepared every meal, three times a day, catering to his every need. I did all that, making him this dependent on me. And yet, he still chose to go to that woman even in times of need.

“Is there a problem?” I asked, keeping my voice neutral.

“No,” Dane hesitated before continuing, “Just take care of yourself and don’t overwork.”

“Thank you,” I replied, my tone flat and unenthusiastic.

After a pause, Dane asked, “Celeste, are you mad?”

The question ignited a small flicker of anger within me, but mostly, it was disappointment. Could he really be so oblivious, or did he simply not care about my feelings? Either way, it didn’t matter anymore. I was done being angry.