Chapter 7
Marcus’s smile was soft yet resolute, his eyes glimmering with a hint of nostalgia. “You’ve been gone long enough. It’s time to come home.”
But when he saw I only had a small backpack, his smile faded, replaced by concern. “You’ve been at the Rhoskar Pack for three years, and this is all you have?”
He shook his head as though dismissing the thought. “Forget it. Alpha Roland, that garbage, can barely afford anything for you. Once we’re back, I’ll buy out the entire mall. You want something, just take it.”
I smiled faintly, memories of the rapid growth of the Rhoskar Pack over the last three years flooding my mind. I had been careful, always
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watching my spending. It was a far cry the lavish life I once had in the Amavorn Pack. Before marrying Roland, the gifts I received each year from my uncle and Pack friends were enough to buy half of his Pack.
“There’s no need,” I said calmly. “I’m no longer interested in material things.”
Marcus’s heart clenched painfully.
So much had changed in those three years. The free–spirited she–wolf I once was had faded into something quieter, more measured.
“We should go,” I said, turning toward the car. As I did, the tight–fitting material of my outfit clung to my body, easily revealing the slight protrusion of my bones. Marcus’s heart sank. Without thinking, he reached out, pulling me back toward him, his face etched
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with worry.
“What happened to your back?” he asked urgently. “Did Roland hurt you? I’ll drag him out of here, I swear!”
Since childhood, Marcus had always treated me like a princess, never letting me suffer, not even raising his voice at me. Three years ago, I’d done everything to push him away, but he’d never once spoken ill of me. Now, his eyes were cold with rage, as if he could kill Roland in an instant.
But before he could act, I stopped him.
“He’s not here” I said, my voice firm.
Marcus still glared at me, anger simmering. “Are you still defending him?”
“I’m not defending him,” I explained, my
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voice steady. “He really isn’t here. And this is something I want to handle myself.” I met his eyes, sincerity in mine. “Marcus, I chose you. That means there is no one else in my heart. Can you believe that?”
My words reached him. He took a deep breath, struggling to quell his fury.
“Alright,” he said, his voice softer. “I’ll trust you.”
Worried I might tire myself out, Marcus bent down, gently lifting me and carrying me to the car.
Later that evening, Roland returned home. When he saw I wasn’t there to greet him, his brow furrowed. Normally, I’d be the one to take his coat and hang it up.
He scrolled through his phone, rereading all
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the messages he’d sent me–every single one had gone unanswered.
“Nadia?” he called out. No reply.
“Nadia?” His voice echoed through the empty house.
“Nadia!” He searched every corner of the mansion, but I was nowhere to be found.
Thinking I was just sulking and playing one of my little games, he suppressed his anger and called my number. But it went straight to voicemail: “Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is currently unavailable.”
Frowning, he quickly typed a message:
[Nadia, I know you’re upset, but Brianna is just a guest. You’re the Luna of my Pack, you should be more understanding. In two
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months, her new house will be ready and she’ll move out. After that, it’ll just be the two of us. You don’t need to worry.]
But the message was immediately returned with a cold, red exclamation mark.
“Did she block me?” he wondered, his frustration growing.
At that moment, a maid emerged from one of the rooms. “Alpha, Nadia left this afternoon. She asked me to tell you that her anniversary gift is in the safe.”
Roland’s anger instantly shifted to a smug grin. “I knew it. My mate wouldn’t really leave me. This is just one of her tricks!”
He scoffed and climbed the stairs to his study. Every year, I made sure to celebrate our anniversary with something special,
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even if he pretended not to care. Deep down, he always looked forward to it. As he approached the safe, his mind already began to wander, imagining what might be inside. “Probably something handmade. Nadia always liked doing that.”
A smile tugged at his lips as he entered the code and opened the safe.
But when he saw what was inside, his smile vanished instantly. There was no handmade gift. Only a single piece of white paper. Frowning, he pulled it out.
When he saw the title at the top of the page, the air around him seemed to freeze.
[Resignation Letter]
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