Even after the truth of my lineage came out—how I, not Farah, was the true daughter of the Snowland Pack Luna—my family had chosen to protect Farah’s image instead. She was the perfect one, the precious one. And I… I seemed like the shameful result of a mistake, despite being born from the true Luna. I was the humiliation when it was Farah who was born out of our father’s mistake.
They let Farah return to Ethan like nothing had changed when she came back to the pack. I didn’t even know what happened to her and her fated mates. One day, she just came back again, wanting to take everything from me.
And Ethan? He didn’t even try to hide it anymore. He stopped coming home some nights. He started whispering to her in corners. I overheard him one night, when he thought I was asleep, say to Farah, “I never loved Ivy. She was just someone to fill the space you left behind.”
That was the moment I stopped hoping.
I opened my phone and dialed a number I hadn’t used in two years. It rang twice before a deep, familiar voice answered.
“…Ivy?”
“Alpha,” I said, my voice steady. “I need you to come get me out of Foreland Pack. I’ll be ready once the elder confirms everything is finalized.”
I looked at the envelope now sitting in the center of the table, Ethan’s careless signature smeared slightly by steak grease.
“Happy anniversary, Alpha,” I whispered bitterly.
Ivy’s POV
I sat alone on the edge of the bed that used to be mine and Ethan’s—though it had been cold on his side for over a year. The silence pressed in around me, suffocating, so thick it was as if the very walls bore witness to my despair.
The room, once filled with warmth and the scent of lavender from my oils, now reeked of loss. The love I had once clung to like a lifeline was long gone, replaced with the bitter stench of betrayal.
I stared at the phone in my hand, my thumb hovering over the call button. I hesitated, swallowing hard.
With a deep breath, I pressed it.
The line connected almost immediately. “Ivy,” came Alpha Vincent’s voice—deep, commanding, and unmistakably angry. His tone was a blade wrapped in velvet. “To what do I owe this unexpected call?”
I gripped the phone tightly. “I… I need your help.” I sighed and opened my mouth to explain, “I need you to come get me out of Foreland Pack. I’ll be ready once the elder confirms everything is finalized.”