After ten years of love, all I got was an excuse. “Sorry, Maya. It’s an emergency.” That’s what my Alpha mate, Cassian Montclair, said as he left me alone halfway through our anniversary dinner,again. This time, I didn’t chase after him. I didn’t need to. A few hours later, I saw the truth for myself: a photo posted by his childhood flame, Isabelle. Cassian was gently cradling her ankle, his eyes full of worry.
“Just a small twist while cleaning the roof. It’s almost healed, but Cassian still rushed right over. He’s always there when I need him. I’m the luckiest woman alive!”
Ten years ago, I would’ve cried. Maybe begged. Or confronted him and been told I was too emotional. But now? I finished my dinner alone. In silence.
I had already accepted a healing mission far away in the Eastern Territory—my mentor’s final request. I decided to leave without a word, hoping for a clean break. But just before I drove off, a video from Isabelle arrived. She and Cassian were playing Truth or Dare, giggling, calling each other “baby.”
I didn’t react. I simply replied: “As long as you’re having fun.”
That’s when the panic set in.
Cassian’s message came fast and frantic: Maya, why aren’t you mad? Don’t you love me anymore?
He searched the entire pack for me, desperate to explain. But by the time he realized I was gone…
It was already too late.
