“You stayed by my side for three years. You held me when no one else did. You remembered my birthday when even my pack forgot-”
“I did those things because it was my duty. I’m a warrior of the pack. Nothing more.”
His eyes met mine. Sharp, distant, and almost cruel.
“Don’t make this into romance. I never saw you as anything except a responsibility. A task I was paid to protect.”
My breath caught.
“And the way you dress, the way you act … ”
His voice grew even colder.
“Don’t pretend last night was pure. You flirt all the time, Freya. It’s not like you were innocent.”
I froze. The air left my lungs.
Then he grabbed my wrist suddenly, his grip hard, and dragged me to the door like I meant nothing.
“Don’t confuse attention with affection, my lady,” he said, sounding almost bored.
“That’s where women like you always fail.”
The door slammed behind me.
I was left on the floor, broken and crying, completely used and thrown away. Everyone had chosen to abandon me. So this time, I would choose my own path.
I would leave the father who adored his ‘illegitimate pup’, the man who broke me, and the pack that never saw me as theirs.
This time, I would be the one walking away.