On the other end, silence.
Elena waited.
And silence answered her.
Drake said nothing.
Elena Monroe’s wolf became uneasy. She drew a slow, tight breath and spoke again.
"Drake, we are no longer mates. Our bond is broken. There’s no reason for us to cross paths again. From now on, let’s avoid each other. It’s better for me, for you... and for Miss Cassandra.”
She paused. Somewhere deep inside, a part of her still hoped Drake would understand.
But nothing.
No sound.
A cold click.
He ended the call.
Elena’s hand tightened around the phone. Her wolf whined low in her mind. That silence… it wasn’t peaceful. It was a warning.
She pushed the thought away.
Mrs Lyra. That was her concern now. She needed to be safe.
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