Sara, the pack registrar, glanced up from her desk. When she saw me, her professional smile faded, and shock washed over her.
“Miss Williams?” her voice hitched. “What’s this about?”
I silently slid the paperwork across her desk.
Her eyes widened as she examined the form. “Membership withdrawal? But you’re-” She paused in mid-sentence.
“Are you sure about this?” Sara asked, leaning forward and lowering her voice. “Everyone knows how much you’ve done for this pack.”
“You’ve always stood by Alpha Jackson, supporting him through everything,” she said. “We all say privately that even if rogues took over the entire territory, you’d be the last one standing, fighting until your final breath.”
“Why so suddenly now…?”
Her words trailed off as I lowered my gaze.
Before yesterday, I had the same thought.
Two years ago, rogue wolves nearly destroyed the pack.
I remained by Ezra’s side as we rebuilt from nothing. Every strategy meeting, alliance negotiation, and battle plan—I was present.
We worked together. We fought together.
When I secured the healing herb partnership with the neighbouring pack, Ezra prepared a feast to celebrate.
I could still taste it and see the pride in his eyes as he placed the plate before me.
That night, we sat in our backyard and watched the pack pups play football in the distance.
Ezra hugged me tightly, whispering that he would be lost without me and that he was grateful to have me by his side in this lifetime.
I forced a slight smile at the memory.
“People change. I’ve made my decision.”
Sara looked at me, her eyes full of regret.
“If your mind is made up, then I wish you well in your future.”
I thanked her softly before leaving the registry office.
I’d barely returned to my desk when my phone rang.
It was Alexa. She’d shared a photo on Facebook of Ezra lying in bed, his dark hair tousled across the pillow and his peaceful sleeping face partially visible.
The fresh marks on his neck, which were unmistakably kiss marks, caught my attention right away.
The caption read: “Drank too much last night; thankfully, someone took care of me.” I rewarded him with a kiss. The man was excessively strong. My body was almost unable to withstand his impact. Some men are worth the trouble.
She had specifically tagged me out of fear that I would miss it.
Alexa had pulled this stunt before. Every single one of her Facebook posts over the last two years has either mentioned me or was clearly intended for me to see.
Many were even set with privacy settings so that only I could see them–her private little power play.
In the past, her petty tactics would easily enrage me, sending me storming into Ezra’s office demanding answers.
I had argued with Ezra about it. I had confronted him.
Every time, he casually dismissed it:
“Alexa and I are just friends. We grew up together. You’re the one I want as my mate.” Then came the part that always made my blood boil: “Don’t be so jealous. It’s not a good look for you.”
Ezra was so certain of my love, that I would never leave him, that he hurt me without regard for consequences.
I smiled to myself, despite my jumbled emotions.
Suddenly, a coworker gasped beside me.
