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.