I ignored them. There was nothing left to say to him, nothing I hadn’t said in a hundred different arguments. I’d tried so many times to make him see that I wasn’t just an option. Every time I voiced my feelings, he’d dismiss me or, worse, accuse me of wanting his full attention when he's busy enough as the pack's Alpha.
I clung to the hope that he might choose me over her someday.
But seeing them together, and hearing him lie to my face—it was as though every piece of hope I’d kept alive was shattered. This time, I was done pretending that his “friendship” with Elize was innocent.
As I looked around my small, safe home, I realized this was the first step toward reclaiming myself. The hurt was still fresh, but I felt an unexpected peace settling over me.
Taking a deep breath, I opened my phone and read his messages one last time. Then, with steady fingers, I blocked his number.
Since Desar wasn't present when I shifted into my wolf, we didn't create a bond as mates.
So, that supposedly life with him was behind me now. For the first time, I was free.
The time when we were together, felt as clear as the present.
I stepped out of work, tired but ready to head home when I spotted Desar. He was standing by the entrance, cool and calm as always, dressed in his usual suit, looking every bit the picture of stoic charm that had once drawn me in. I used to rush to his side, heart pounding, feeling grateful he was mine. But tonight, that spark wasn’t there. I sighed, clutching my bag a bit tighter, and turned toward the station instead.
Not one to let things go, Desar quickly fell into stride beside me. “It’s Kyle’s birthday tonight,” he said, voice smooth and composed. “He invited us to dinner.”
I stopped and glanced up at him. “Sure,” I replied. It didn’t matter much, but it saved me from the awkward silence of the train ride home.
In the car, I noticed the faint scent of jasmine lingering in the air. It was Elize’s scent. The familiar floral note stirred a sharp sting inside, knowing it clung to him from their time together, just another reminder of her constant presence in his life.
I forced a casual tone, “Do you like the smell of jasmine?”
Desar’s eyes flickered, though he tried to keep his voice steady. “It’s… okay.”
“Really?” I replied quietly.