The One He Shouldn’t Have Let Go
360 Words
Crescent Moon Pack
The crack of a shattered wine glass echoed across Alpha Kael’s study.
Seline flinched but didn’t dare speak.
Kael stood at the center of the room, fists clenched, jaw tight, eyes blazing with something darker than rage regret.
“You said she disappeared,” he growled. “That she was broken. That she wouldn’t survive on her own.”
Seline swallowed hard. “That’s what everyone believed. She left the territory. The council stripped her of her Luna mark. She was nothing!”
Kael turned on her, his voice low and dangerous. “She was never nothing.”
He threw a file across the desk. Photos spilled out Zaria stepping out of a luxury black car, Zaria in a courtroom, Zaria shaking hands with a state official, Zaria in a sleek power suit, eyes hard, lips painted blood red.
“She’s in Lagos. She owns a law firm that’s already crushed three of our shell corporations. She’s in bed possibly literally with Soren Vexley.”
Seline’s face twisted in disgust. “That arrogant Alpha CEO?”
Kael didn’t respond. He was still staring at one photo Zaria on a balcony, arms crossed, moonlight shining behind her like a crown. No smile. No weakness. No memory of him.
She looked like a queen.
One he had thrown away for a fragile fantasy.
He hadn’t even realized how quiet the pack had become in her absence. How directionless his decisions were. Seline was soft, yes. But soft wasn’t what a pack needed. It wasn’t what he needed.
“She’s coming for us,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “And we’ll never survive if she allies with Vexley.”
“You can still fix this,” Seline said, stepping closer. “Just reach out to her explain. She’ll listen.”
Kael looked at her like she was delusional.
“She’s not the same woman you remember,” he said. “That Zaria is dead.”
He paused, jaw tight.
“This one… this one doesn’t forgive.”
He turned away from Seline and picked up the phone.
“Get me a plane to Lagos. Now.”
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