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Chapter 63
-Ava’s POV
Screw him.
| repeated the words over and over, stomping around my room with a mixture of anger and frustration. It wasn’t
even my room-no, this was his territory. Every piece of furniture, every glinting object, and all the suffocatingly
lavish decor was his | grabbed whatever | could find, stuffing it into a pile of suitcase I'd dragged out from the
back of the closet.
| wondered why he had bought them. Did he think we would have to travel a lot or did he plan for this moment?
Probably the latter. Nothing about Grayson seemed accidental; he had aruncanny knack for control and
forethought, a quality that | had actually felt was enticing.
Now, it was smothering
The clothes, the jewelry, all of it-it wasn’t mine. But | was taking it anyway. Consider it compensation for the
the'd stolen, the feelings | hadn't meant to have, and the heartache he clearly didn’t care about. This was
my payment, a small price for the emotional wreckage he’d leftin..
Each item I'packed felt like a stab, like | was closing the book on something | shouldn't have even opened in the
first place. | knew, from the very beginning, what he was: cold, calculating, untouchable. Yet somehow, I'd
allowed myself to believe | could crack through that glacial exterior even though | told myself | didn’t.
What a fool I'd been.
After what felt like hours, I finally finished packing. Four heavy suitcases lined up by the door, each one bearing
the weight of memories | couldn’t wait to leave behind. | dragged them down the hallway, every step echoing in
the oppressive silence, and just as | rounded the corner, | cface-to-face with the last person | wanted to sec
Elaine.
Her gaze dropped to my suitcases, then back to my face, but for once, she didn’t smirk or look smug or say | told
you to count your days because you won't last. She just stared, her expression unreadable, before saying softly,
“You're leaving
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My anger flared up again, and the words cout harsher than intended. “I'm sure you're thrilled. Feel free to
pop open schampagne.”
She blinked, looking betweenand the suitcases for a moment. Then, without another word, she turned and
walked away. No snide remarks, no gloating. Just.. silence. For a second, | felt a pang of something-Relief?-but |
shoved it aside and focused on the task at hand.
After struggling to maneuver the suitcases down the stairs, | finally made it outside. | was about to call a cab
when one of Grayson’s men appeared, striding towardwith that intimidating presence they all seemed to
share. It was the sone who had forced Dylan to his knees the first day | met Grayson.
Now, he gave a slight bow of respect. “Luna, the Alpha King has orderedto take you wherever you wish to
go.”
My heart twisted painfully at the title, but | forced myself to stay composed. Of course Grayson wouldn't be the
one to say goodbye. He'd sent his lackey, as if this was just another business transaction to him. Fine. It saved
throat. “Thank you. Taketo my friend's place.”
| rattled off the address, barely able to focus on my own words. The ride was silent, and my mind was anywhere
but in that car. Before | knew it, we were there. He helpedunload the suitcases onto the sidewalk, and as he
turned to go, something unexpected happened. He hesitated, looking back atwith a strange intensity in his
eyes.
“I know it's not my place, but..“he paused, searching for the right words. “Alpha Grayson has had this aura for
the longest
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time, whenever he walks into a room, he fills it with it and it's always so angry, it's like a match waiting to be
ligand, like a ticking tbomb. No one likes that aura because when it doesite, things get really bad | know
you've only been here for two weeks but the moment you cane, that aura started dimishing I'm not saying it's
not there tout r's move like a litle spark now and it makes us feel better because we aren't constantly waiting for
the rather shoe to drop and the explorato come.” He bowed his head slightly, sincerity etched in his face. | hope
you cback, La. We all do
Then he left, leavingstanding there, watching the dust settle from his tires as he drove away.
That was two months ago.
In all that time, | hadn't heard a word from Grayson. Not a call, not a text, not even a passing message. Nothing
It was like I'd never existed in his world. I'd moved in with bubella, who had welcomedwith open arms,
though she threatened to kickout if | kept apologizing for being a burden. Eliza, even offered to quit her job
in protest
I'd rolled my eyes at her. “Please don’t quit your job on my account”
She sighed in relief, laughing lightly, “Good, because | didn’t really want to. The pay is amazing, and I'm a neat
freak who's found her perfect outlet. Win-win!”
We'd all laughed, but behind my forced smile, there was an ache couldn't shake. | tried not to ask about him, but
it was like he lingered everywhere. Every tthe phone rang, my heart leapt, only to plummet when it wasn’t
him. In the quiet moments, when it was justand my thoughts, bitterness would rise in my chest, the kind
that twisted my stomach and burned my throat.
Luckily no one had got wind of it yet and | knew the moments thy parents did, | would never hear the end of it. |
could almost hear that arrogant and triumphant voice saying “I told you you would ccrawling back to us.”
Except | didn’t and | wouldn't.
| buried myself in work at the hospital, throwing myself into my job, one of the few things | actually loved. Maybe
it was fate’s way of compensating, but Mikayla’s mother had started responding to treatment. Her little face lit
up when | told her the good news, and for a brief moment, | felt a semblance of joy again. | was still smiling
remembering the big hug Mikayla! gavewhen Isabella’s voice broke through.
She sat down on the couch and lifted my legs to rest on her laplaven’t seen you smile in weeks,” she murmured.
“I missed
| sighed, trying to avoid her concerned gaze. She didn’t push, though. We sat in silence until she finally broke it.
“I'm worried about you, Lilian. You're barely eating, pulling extra shifts, looking like a ghost and you won't even
talk about ways to bring out your wolf”
| shrugged, keeping my tone flat. “What's the point? I've always been latent. Why bother pretending that’s going
to change now?”
She looked at me, pained. “Lilian..
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I'm fine, Bels. Really”
“Fine,” she relented, but her voice held a note of disbelief. “But you've been holed up in this apartment for
weeks, going to work and back, and that’s it. You need to go out, breathe air that doesn’t smell like aufseptic and
disinfectant. Let's go out tomorrow. Please.”
I tried to protest, but she cutoff, givingthat stubborn look of hers, “It's not a request.”
| sighed, giving in. “Fine
“Good” She kissed my forehead before standing. “And Lilian... it's okay to feel what you feel about him. You're
allowed to hurt.”
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| didn’t respond. Instead, | just watched her walk away, her words echoing in the silence.
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| closed my eyes, letting out a tired sigh, my shoulders slumping with the weight of it all. The end. It was
inevitable, and yet, it still hurt in ways | hadn't allowed myself to feel until now. Slowly, | reached under the
couch pillow, fingers brushing the worn fabric, and pulled out the file. This file-the one I'd started processing the
week the after | left. The one that held all the finality | had been too afraid to face.
| swallowed, my fingers lingering on its edges as | stared down at, willing myself to feel numb. But the emotions
crashed overlike waves, relentless, refusing to be ignored. | had known what | was signing up for from the
beginning, hadn't P1 had known this wasn’t supposed to last, and yet, somewhere along the line, hope had
snuck in, and | had dared to dream. only for reality to strike back, harsher than | ever imagined.
Opening the file, | flipped it to the pages | knew too well, the ones binding us in nonly. Legally, we were
married, tied by nothing more than ink and obligation. But now, | had to break those ties, to put an end to
whatever had been growing between us, even if it had only been in my own heart.
| picked up the pen, my fingers trembling slightly as held it, hovering over the signature line. There was a
strange sense of déja vu that washed overas | stared at the empty space waiting for my name. My signature
had marked the start of it all.
It only seemed fitting that it would mark the end, too.
| took a deep breath, feeling the ache in my chest tighten, and with one last, resolute stroke, | signed my name
on the divorce papers, cementing the end ofand Grayson Blackwood.
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