I nodded silently as he left, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving a vacuum of oppressive silence in his wake. My hands clenched into fists, the tension coursing through me like wildfire, every vein thrumming with the instinctive fury of my wolf bloodline.
The realization struck me like a full moon rising over the pack lands; there was nothing left here for me. No trust, no love, no future.
With a deliberate calm that belied the storm raging inside me, I reached into my bag and pulled out a divorce agreement. The papers creased and worn from the hours I had spent weighing every choice, every consequence. I placed them neatly on the bedside table, the stark white sheets a symbol of resolve, of freedom, and of the inevitable severing of chains that had bound me to this false life.
Before leaving, I reached for my phone and deleted every trace of them, the names of Alpha Alaric, Nyra, and even my parents. Each press of the delete button was a spark of liberation, a severing of ties soaked in years of betrayal, pain, and suffocating expectation.
Alpha Alaric’s POV
By the time the press conference began, the room thrummed with energy, human and wolf media alike poised to record every movement, every word. I stood on the stage beside Nyra, my posture calm, commanding, radiating the alpha dominance that made lesser wolves instinctively bow their heads. Cameras flashed like lightning storms, reporters scribbled furiously, and I announced the transfer of Knight Holdings to her with the cold, measured authority of a wolf marking its territory.
“This marks a new chapter for our family,” I said, each word calculated, dripping with control and predation. The applause rolled through the crowd, vibrating through the walls like a pack call. I caught the hollow pride in Nyra’s parents’ faces, their smiles fixed, celebrating Nyra’s triumph as if Kaia had never existed.
As the event ended and I offered Nyra my arm, her hand clinging to me with radiant certainty, I felt the thrill of victory. She was untouchable in the glow of the crowd, the perfect image of dominance and submission entwined. But then… a familiar presence sliced through the golden haze, a wolf in human form whose confidence pressed against me like a challenge I could not ignore. Manuel, Kaia's healer.