Under Camille's latest video, someone left a comment:
[Luna Emma， Wishing you a smooth delivery and your own pup.]
Shortly after the message was posted, the video mysteriously disappeared.
Not long after, my phone buzzed angrily on the bedside table. The caller ID flashed Alpha Xavier’s name.
I didn’t answer.
I stared at it, my wolf stirring uneasily inside me. Ignore it, I told her, though her growling made it clear she wasn’t on board. My fingers hovered over the screen before swiping to block his number entirely.
Just as if as indifferent as he had always been to me.
Suddenly, I remembered—today was my mother’s cremation day. I had informed the hospital in advance, signed the discharge papers, and left. The doctor, clearly concerned about my condition, even offered to accompany m
