Chapter 2
The next morning, I went to the Midst Fang Pack’s to handle my resignation.
After being married to Daniel for three years, no one knew I was his Fate Mate, his Luna.
He said as long as I gain the elders' approval.
I believed him wholeheartedly at first.
But now I see the truth clearly—he just doesn’t want anyone to know that his destined mate is me.
Just as the HR officer was about to take my resignation letter, Sophia showed up out of nowhere.
The silk dress clinging to her figure was the very one I’d purchased just two days before—my priciest buy in three years, costing an entire month’s wages, yet I’d never even put it on.
Her eyes widened in shock as she glanced at the letter.
"Huh? You're resigning?" Sophia asked with feigned curiosity. "Everything was going so well—why suddenly leave? Could it be... that my presence here is making you uncomfortable?"
"It has nothing to do with you," I replied calmly.
The HR director stepped in to smooth things over: "Ms. Sophia, this is a private resignation matter. We’ll handle it according to the process."
Sophia immediately dropped her look of surprise and replaced it with a gentle, caring smile: "I’m just so shocked. After all, we’ve worked together for so long—I can’t help but worry about you leaving so suddenly."
She turned to me. "Is there any trouble you’re facing? Tell me, and maybe I can help."
Colleagues around us glanced over, and some whispered, "Sophia is so kind." Hearing this, the smile on her lips widening.
When the HR director temporarily left to fetch documents, Sophia leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper only we could hear, sharp with mockery: "Playing the 'leave to make him chase you' trick?"
"Do you really think handing in a resignation letter will make Daniel have a change of heart?"
"Don’t be delusional," she chuckled, her malice undisguised. "Do you think the elders will approve of you? That leaving here will earn you sympathy? Daniel never had you in his heart—even if you disappeared, he’d only care about me."
“You really should face reality—no matter what you do, you’re not worthy of him, nor this position."
This wasn't the first time she had provoked me.
In the past, I can’t stop arguing with her, and we had even nearly sparked a wolfish conflict within the Pack's territory. But now, I just felt tired—too tired to fight back.
Ella, the wolf inside me, was no longer as agitated as she used to be.
When the HR manager returned, Sophia instantly slipped back into that gentle demeanor of hers.
She even stepped forward to take the folder from the manager’s hands, her tone laced with perfectly feigned concern: “Look at all these resignation forms she has to fill out. Should I ask my assistant to come help? After all, she might not be familiar with these procedures—we wouldn’t want to hold things up.”
While her words sounded like an offer of help, anyone with a sharp eye could catch the underlying implication: I can’t even handle resignation paperwork.
Sure enough, colleagues around them nodded in agreement. “Sophia is so thoughtful,” they murmured.
Sophia waved off their praise with a smile, but her eyes flicked toward me, glinting with a subtle, barely noticeable disdain.
As the manager guided me through filling out the forms, Sophia’s voice dropped to a whisper: “Do you really think this will earn you sympathy? Daniel praised the new territory decor I picked just yesterday. What about you? You can’t even keep a decent dress, yet you still delude yourself into thinking you can be Luna?”
Her words were sharp with provocation: “Oh, and by the way—Daniel said he’ll take me to choose a custom gown for the pack’s banquet next week. Do you think when the elders see us standing together, they’ll finally realize… some people just don’t belong here?”
The second she finished speaking, she straightened up and turned to a passing colleague, breaking into a warm smile: “She’s a bit slow with the forms, so I’m staying to keep her company. I don’t want her to feel rushed.”
I’m familiar with that look of irony kindness—she always pulled this trick: spewing cruelty at me in private, while putting on a show of being a kind, generous young lady in front of everyone else.
