The morning was gray and overcast in the Eastern Highlands—clouds hanging low over the cliffs like a warning. The wind howled through the windows of the Alpha’s private quarters in the Wolfe estate, yet inside, the silence was even more deafening.
Lucian stood at the edge of his bedroom, facing the balcony that overlooked his sprawling territory. His hands were clenched at his sides, his jaw tight as the storm within him mirrored the one brewing outside. He had made up his mind. The bond between him and Seraphine had to be severed.
It was the final chain.
A chain forged by duty, not love.
And maybe... just maybe, Rayne could consider giving their relationship a chance.
A knock sounded—soft, almost hesitant—before the door creaked open.
Seraphine entered with practiced grace, wrapped
