Estelle's POV
The next morning, I woke up early—not because of an alarm, but because the air felt so fresh. There was no trace of him, no oppressive Alpha presence; even my breathing was smooth and effortless, almost unreal.
My wolf stirred quietly in the back of my mind, like it had just broken free from a long-held restraint, still adjusting to this newfound freedom.
I got up, washed, and dressed. I slipped into a business suit—casual yet sharp, understated but neat. My leather flats barely made a sound against the floor.
I tucked the voice recorder into my bag, my finger hovering over the button for a moment before I pressed it. A faint click echoed, like the beginning of a silent hunt.
Then I left the hotel.
I took a taxi to the factory. The wind rushing through the open window b
