Dylan raised his voice at me for the first time, his eyes glowed red as he glared, his wolf dangerously close to the surface, and he appeared ready to tear someone apart, most likely Liam if he were still present.
I flinched, instinctively backing away from the aggression emanating from him in waves.
Dylan noticed my reaction and quickly tried to compose himself; guilt replaced anger in his expression.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I lost control for a moment. But I really can’t bear the thought of you with someone new.”
He reached into his jacket and pulled out an official-looking document, extending it to me with earnest desperation. “This is from the highest werewolf medical authority,” he explained. “It confirms your womb truly did develop a cancerous condition. I was not lying to you; the removal was necessary to save your life.”
His words came out faster now, as if he was afraid I would leave before he finished.
“I sent Mabel’s son to a wolf orphanage. He will never become my heir. “I’ve cut all ties.”
I took a look at the report, and it did bear the official seal of the North American Werewolf Health Authority, which is nearly impossible to forge.
I pushed past him without saying anything, my mind racing to process the new information.
“I just need some air,” I mumbled.
“Amelia, you’re the only one I’ve ever truly loved,” Dylan added, following closely behind. “I would never intentionally harm you.”
His voice broke with emotion as he continued his plea.
“What happened to Mabel was a horrible mistake. I’ve ended things completely. She will never interfere in our lives again. Please come home. “I am nothing without you.”
He reached for my hand, but I jerked away, creating more space between us.
“You should know the saying-once unfaithful, never trusted again,” I said coldly. “You betrayed me, and I will never forgive you. “Stop bothering me.”
Dylan shook his head in defiance, as if unable to comprehend my rejection.
“No. I cannot let you go. We have been together for many years. How can you let go of all those wonderful memories?”
His eyes shone with unshed tears.
“You promised to love only me for the rest of your life.” Why are you abandoning me right now?”
Looking at Dylan’s wounded expression, I felt nothing: no sympathy, no remorse, just emptiness where love had once existed.
I took out my phone and called the Hunter Pack’s security forces, who arrived within minutes to remove Dylan from the territory.
“You can’t do this,” he protested as two imposing enforcers led him away. “Amelia, please! We need to talk.”
After he left, I sent a message to Mabel, telling her to keep Dylan under control if she didn’t want him permanently barred from entering any allied pack territories.
Surprisingly, Dylan did not reappear after the incident.
Liam continued to seek my company in the following weeks, sometimes directly, sometimes indirectly; despite his reserved demeanour in public, I could detect his interest.
After our third helicopter lesson, I decided to address the situation directly. We had landed in a remote alpine meadow for a picnic lunch when I brought up the topic.
“Liam, I need to be honest with you,” I said, setting down my water bottle. “I recently ended a relationship that lasted over a decade. I’m not prepared to start another.”
