Chapter 14: In His Mind
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Alexander’s POV
She didn’t even blink.
Not a tear. Not a scream. Not a flicker of jealousy. Just a blank, practiced smile followed by the coldest words I’ve ever heard spill from her lips.
“Is that it for this morning? If you’re done ruining my day, then let me leave.”
She turned. She walked. And she left—like it didn’t matter.
Like I didn’t matter.
I couldn’t stop pacing my study.
The fire crackled in the hearth, and I imagined throwing every piece of furniture into it. The quiet was maddening. My jaw ached from how tightly I’d been clenching it. I was ready to explode.
How could she just… walk away?
Didn’t she care?
After everything that happened—Nova crying, the scandal breaking out in front of my parents, my mother screaming about grandchildren and heirs… she just stood there with that unreadable face and walked out of the room like it was just another boring breakfast.
She used to react. She used to get flustered when I raised my voice, used to cry when I ignored her, used to beg me to look at her, hold her, see her.
She should have hated me or thrown countless hurtful words but instead, she chose to be silent. That bothers me the most because I want her to fight than give me the silent treatment. I would have preferred her creaming on my face for what I did to her than not care at all.
But now? It’s like I’ve already been erased from her heart.
And somehow, that terrified me.
It terrifies me to think that at some point, she will grow tired of me. And as soon as I had finished what I had to do with Nova, I couldn't go back to her…
I mean, isn’t that what I want to begin with? I want her to get mad and I want her to hate me so I can call this f**k ass marriage off but look? All I get was this f*****g jealousy inside my chest.
I sank into the large chair behind my desk, dragging my hand down my face as if I could scrape off the feeling of… something gnawing at my chest. Was it guilt? Frustration? Fear?
I didn’t have time to name it.
A knock came, followed by a guard entering and dropping off a stack of expedition reports. “From the Southern Ridge, Alpha. They said it’s urgent.”
I waved him off with a grunt and reached for the papers—something, anything to distract me from the war inside my head.
But what I read only made it worse.
“Severe casualties. Our First Class wolves have been nearly annihilated. Evidence of organized rogue resistance and unnatural magic. Emergency aid required—healing and reinforcements.”
My blood ran cold.
The southern ridge was one of our strongest outposts. If even they couldn’t hold, then this wasn’t just a rebellion. This was a full-on rise of a rogue empire.
I sent these useless fuckers so they will get rid of the tension. Now, what do I get in return? Failure!
And they mentioned magic. Unnatural magic. Something that all packs have but I did not expect a group of strays to have as well. I guess, they must be evolving?
My first instinct?
Cayden.
That irritating, smug, too-charming healer. The one man I’ve despised since we were pups—because even then, Aurora smiled more freely in his presence than she ever did with me.
Ever since we were just kids who were being trained to be strong, he had shown powers that I do not have. He can heal and at the same time, destroy lives… who else could have possessed such immense power except me?
But he’s the only one who can fix this. The only one who could stop this bleeding war before it reaches our gates. I have to set this pride aside and this ego to make things good for my people. I cannot be seen as an insecure alpha, right?
And if I wanted Cayden on our side… I’d need her.
Aurora.
With a huff, I shoved back my chair and stormed out of the study, my footsteps echoing through the corridor. I rehearsed what I’d say. I’d be calm. Strategic. Maybe even apologetic.
Because Cayden would listen to her. Only her.
But when I reached the Luna’s chamber and pushed open the door…
Empty.
The cold air slapped me harder than any rogue ever could.
Her bed was made. Her perfume lingered, soft and ghostly, but her warmth—gone. I looked around, heart thumping. Maybe she was in her dressing room. Or the garden.
But deep inside, I knew.
Something felt off.
My eyes landed on the trio of loyal shadows at her side—Mary, Tanya, and Josie. They stood at the far corner, backs straight, faces blank as stone.
I took one step toward them.
“Where is she?” I asked, tone sharp but controlled.
No answer.
“Tanya,” I called again, voice darker. “Where did the Luna go?”
Still nothing.
Josie looked away.
My teeth ground together. “I asked you a question.”
“We heard you,” Mary finally said.
My eyes narrowed. “Then answer me.”
“She did not wish to disclose her whereabouts, Alpha,” Tanya replied, chin high. “And we honor her wishes.”
I took a step closer. “You think this is a game?”
“She is not your prisoner,” Josie said, suddenly bold. “She is your Luna. You want her loyalty, you earn it. You want her presence, you deserve it.”
Something inside me snapped.
I wanted to shout, to command them to speak, but the words caught in my throat. Because deep down, I knew they were right.
She was done waiting.
Done crying.
Done begging.
She left without telling me. She didn’t even think I deserved to know.
That silence she gave me earlier? That wasn’t apathy. That was indifference... And that… was worse than hate.
I turned on my heel and stormed out of the room, the weight of it all bearing down like a curse.
The Luna had vanished.
And for the first time in my life, I realized…
I was no longer the one being left behind.
I was the one being forgotten.
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