The next few days, I was stuck in the hospital, healing alone. Victor? Nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was all over Ivy’s social media, lighting up her posts on X. He threw her a welcome-back bash ten times flashier than our binding ceremony plans, inviting every big shot in the pack to pave her way. One word from her about some sparkly thing, and he dropped a hundred million on a crystal crown as her “unbound” gift. He even enrolled her pup in an elite preschool, a cool million a year, and let the tabloids plaster their photos online, calling them a “happy little pack of three.”
The comments gushed. “So sweet!” “True mates never miss their mark.”
Not one soul mentioned that in seven days, I was supposed to bind with him.
Didn’t matter. I was planning to ditch the ceremony anyway. Whate
