Chapter 4

When I woke up again, the air was thick with the faint scent of herbs and the cold metallic tang unique to the werewolf medical ward.

I was lying on a hospital bed in the Silver Moon Pack’s healing center, with vine-like tubes inserted into my skin—wolf-grade regenerative serum coursing through my veins, making my body slightly warm.

Alpha Morgan sat beside me, his golden Alpha eyes fixed intently on mine.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice hoarse and heavy, layered with exhaustion and restrained fury.

I met his gaze and noticed the reddish glint lingering at the corner of his eyes—a sign that his wolf was dangerously close to surfacing.

He looked like a wounded wolf. I couldn’t help but wonder—had something happened to Eira?

“Alpha Morgan, I’m still alive. Does that disappoint you?” I said coldly.

Alpha Morgan froze.

He stared at me in silence for a long while, his Alpha Adam’s apple bobbing as if struggling to contain the emotions surging in his chest. His eyes were complicated and murky—filled with guilt, confusion, even feelings he refused to name.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” he finally said, his voice dry. “I never wanted you dead. I told you before—I’d take care of you for the rest of your life, until you awakened your wolf.”

“I don’t need your so-called protection.” I lowered my gaze, voice calm. “I’ve come of age. My awakening is complete. I’m no longer the little pup who needed you.”

His expression darkened. The pressure of his Alpha aura gradually filled the small room, a spiritual force heavy enough to make any Beta submit.

“You’re blaming me?” he asked, low and dangerous.

I looked up, unwavering. “That day, Eira said she was pregnant. You believed her instantly and pushed me down the stairs. Do you really think I deserved that?”

He clenched his fists, knuckles turning white as he struggled to keep his inner wolf from taking over.

“There were only the two of you in the room… no witnesses,” he murmured. “And she’s my fiancée. She’s carrying my pup.”

“After all these years, do you still think I’d attack her out of jealousy?” I gave a bitter laugh.

Sure, I used to be immature. I resented the females who got close to him. I’d mix wolf-repellent herbs into their perfume or tell them Alpha Morgan was a cold Gamma-type uninterested in women. But it was all childish mischief.

He didn’t respond.

Silence was his answer.

His disbelief was like a knife, carving open old wounds.

Just then, the door creaked open. That overly familiar scent of sweet herbs wafted in—Eira’s signature cover-up to mask her non-pureblood werewolf scent.

She entered with her hand gently cradling her stomach, her face wearing a mask of motherly concern.

“Chloe, you’re awake… I was so worried. I thought you might never wake up.”

But I caught the fleeting disappointment in her eyes.

“I’ve already forgiven you for tearing my necklace,” she added sweetly. “I know you were upset. I understand.”

“Eira, doesn’t it tire you to play both sides?” I said coldly.

Her expression stiffened, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

“Alpha Morgan, why does Chloe always misunderstand me?” she whimpered. “I just want us to get along.”

Alpha Morgan’s expression turned stormy. The golden light in his eyes began to intensify—his inner wolf was restless and beginning to stir.

“Chloe!” he snapped.

He had dreamed of me since he was young—under the blood moon, I was the one who formed a soul bond with him. Those dreams haunted him. And now, my defiance frustrated him more than ever.

“If you keep this up, forget about inheriting anything from the Silver Moon Pack.”

“I don’t want any of it.” I shrugged indifferently. “I never truly belonged here anyway.”

Alpha Morgan stiffened. He leaned down and gripped my face.

“Still this stubborn? Don’t come begging later.”

With that, he dragged Eira out of the room.

After they left, I whispered to myself, “Don’t be sad, Chloe. Your reckoning is coming.”

Over the next few days, Alpha Morgan would occasionally check in on me. But each time, Eira would find a way to pull him away.

Eventually, he started growing impatient.

When Eira came to fetch him again, he finally refused.

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the shift.

Alpha Morgan turned to me and said, “Chloe, if you really can’t let go of your feelings for me, I can arrange for you to be my mistress—somewhere outside the pack.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

He was beyond despicable.

“I’m marrying Eira,” he continued coldly. “She saved my life. Five years ago, during that fire—she risked everything to drag me out.”

My breath caught in my throat.

The fire… five years ago…

Without thinking, my hand moved to the inside of my arm.

There, a burn scar still remained—clear and unmistakable.

I was the one who saved him.

Two days later, I was discharged.

My Blackthorn Pack clearance had been processed.

I packed my things, ready to leave this house of betrayal.

The house was empty. Alpha Morgan and Eira were out shopping for wedding rings.

Before I left, I sent Alpha Morgan a copy of the surveillance footage from my confrontation with Eira that day.

Then, I calmly removed my SIM card and tossed it into the trash bin.

“Goodbye forever.”