s scent swept over me like a tide, familiar yet repulsive. The Alpha’s smell enveloped me
completely–it was the mark we once shared in fusion, but now it nearly made me sick.
“Are you angry?” His voice was hoarse against my ear.
I didn’t look at him, just calmly put the necklace away, my tone cold: “Angry enough to kill. You’d better be careful, or I might lose control.”
He was silent for a moment. The air’s scent became tense with our emotional clash, as if a single spark could ignite the entire space.
“Ashenford pack wants to collaborate with us on the North Star project. Moira is their most beloved
princess–this is a negotiation tactic.”
“So?” I slowly turned to face him. “If you don’t entertain his sister, he won’t sign the contract?”
His eyes suddenly went cold: “Elara, I’m explaining to you. Don’t be so passive–aggressive.”
“Explaining?” I laughed, cold as a knife. “Rowan Mercer, if you’re bored and want a new Luna, just
say so. I don’t have to keep this position.”
His face instantly darkened: “What did you say?”
“I said–we can get divorced.”
I pushed him away, preparing to leave. But he moved faster, suddenly grabbing me, his fingers digging into my chin with such force I could almost hear my bones creak.
His Alpha aura fully released; the pressure of his dominant presence made even my wolf whimper submissively,
“You’d better not even think about that.”
“Not only is she thinking it, she’s doing it. She doesn’t love him anymore.”
That night, he was called away by another phone call. I sat by the bed and heard a sweet female voice on the other end, crying and calling him coquettishly: “Rowan…”
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Chapter 3
The next morning, my friend and lawyer sent me a screenshot.
Rowan’s girlfriend had posted a selfie from the mountaintop last night. In the photo, a large hand and a small one formed a heart against the background of sunrise, with the caption: “Feeling each other’s heartbeats in the gentle embrace of dawn.”
I immediately recognized his hand.
I sat still, clutching my water glass for who knows how long, until my palm was cold and wet, my
knuckles white.
When I finally put the glass down, it hit the table with a sharp sound.
It seemed… at that moment, a corner of my heart also broke.
For several days after that, he didn’t come home.
We only saw each other once at a high–level meeting.
He sat at the head, while I sat with other executives on either side. Throughout the meeting, he didn’t say a word to me directly, nor did his eyes ever linger on me.
I didn’t go upstairs to find him.
In my free time, I was busy looking at houses. I also cleared out all the gifts he’d given me over the years: anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine’s Days, wedding anniversaries… I even sold my wedding
ring.
If I didn’t want the person anymore, what was the point of keeping these things?
We don’t need mementos. We’ll have a new den.
My wolf muttered softly, surprisingly calm. I knew she’d had enough too.
Late at night, Isabella–the owner of the private club “Moon Dome“-sent me a message inviting me for a small gathering.
Close to eleven, I had already changed into my nightgown, but thinking about how I’d need to rebuild my network after divorcing and leaving the Mercer pack, I ultimately chose an Armani
haute couture suit and went out.
As soon as my black Maybach stopped in front of the club’s gilded doors, Isabella came out to meet
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Chapter 3
me, walking on Jimmy Choo stilettos.
“Darling, I’m so glad you could come.” She affectionately took my arm, a hint of Chanel No. 5 wafting past. “Let me take you upstairs. The newly renovated VIP level can be confusing.”
I smiled: “Actually, a waiter could have shown me the way…”
The mirrored elevator took us straight to the top floor, where she pushed open an ornately carved
walnut door. A Venetian glass screen divided the private room into two sections. From the other side came the rich aroma of cigars and the sound of deep laughter. But Isabella only led me to a chair
near the door.
The woman sitting there looked somewhat familiar–I think she was the companion of one of Rowan’s friends. She seemed to recognize me too, her expression a bit unnatural, though she still
forced a smile and nodded.
After Isabella left, I accepted a drink from a server and took a small sip, planning to rest a bit. But my thoughts were completely interrupted by voices from the other side of the glass door.
“Speaking of which, Rowan doesn’t bring Elara to gatherings anymore.”
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