Chapter 11
Maybe it was revenge. Maybe it was justice. Either way, the person who had tormented Elena for years was about to pay.
Three days later, the police called me in for questioning.
“Have you been extorted or had your personal safety threatened recently?” one of the officers asked, his gaze sharp.
I frowned, shaking my head. “No. Not that I know of.”
They exchanged glances before continuing. “Have you noticed anything unusual? Anyone suspicious hanging around?”
I hesitated. My social circle was small-
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colleagues, industry contacts. I naan’t been in Blue Moon Pack long enough to make enemies. Or so I thought.
Then they showed me the surveillance footage.
The grainy black–and–white video played on a screen. Two figures loitered near my house over the past week. One of them, just this morning, had slipped something into the fresh milk I usually ordered.
“A hallucinogen, the officer explained. “You’re lucky you didn’t drink it.”
A chill crawled up my spine. “I was in a rush today, I murmured. “Didn’t pick up the milk.”
They replayed the footage, zooming in on the taller figure. My breath hitched.
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Alpha Kendrick.
The police took me to see him. When I entered the room, he was already seated, hands cuffed, eyes duller than I had ever seen them.
I sat across from him, my heart pounding. “You poisoned me?” My voice trembled with disbelief.
His lips curved into a bitter smile. “Felicia, am I really so unbearable to you?”
The weight of his words pressed down on me, suffocating. “Why were you near my house, Kendrick? Why didn’t you come to me first?”
His gaze darkened. “I arrived last week. I found you then. But do you know why I didn’t approach you?”
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I swallowed, unease settling in my stomach.
He exhaled sharply. “The one who hurt Elena… he couldn’t go back to the Red River Pack to take her, so he came for you instead.”
My breath hitched. Memories flickered- combat tournaments, fleeting encounters. I had never imagined our paths would cross like this again.
“He knows who you are, Felicia. He knows you’re connected to me,” Kendrick continued, his voice rough. His hands trembled slightly against the cuffs.
Realization crashed over me. “You followed him. You were trying to protect me.”
Kendrick didn’t answer right away. He just stared at me, his expression unreadable.
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“That day… what you said… you didn’t want me to go through what Elena did?” My voice barely rose above a whisper.
Still, no response. The officers led him away to finalize the legal process before sending him back to the Werewolf Council for sentencing.
Before leaving, he pressed a folded envelope into my hand.
Inside was an old photo–our graduation day. A moment frozen in time, back when I had scribbled in my yearbook: Felicia will marry Kendrick, a couple for life.
On the back, in his familiar handwriting, were just a few words:
I owe you. I hope to repay it.
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A dull ache settled in my chest, lingering long after he was gone.
A year later, I returned to the Moon Eclipse Pack and took my father’s place as Alpha.
The Red River Pack, weakened by internal strife, had no choice but to merge with ours -something made possible by my early financial investments. Kendrick had been imprisoned, and without him, his pack crumbled.
Three years passed.
On the day of his release, I was there, waiting.
I drove him back to the house we had once
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shared for seven years. It was just as he left it–clean, untouched, maintained by hired workers. But there was no trace of me. Not
anymore.
Following tradition, I set out a brazier to ward off evil spirits. The smell of burning herbs filled the air. “Elena is doing well, I told him. “I helped her find a job in another wolf pack. She’s safe.”
Kendrick didn’t respond.
I pulled something from my pocket–his old letter, the one with our graduation photo. I handed it back. “Alpha Kendrick,” I said softly, “I hope you live a good life.”
His eyes didn’t meet mine. They were locked on my left hand.
On the wedding ring I was wearing.
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“Are you married?”
I had just turned to leave when Alpha Kendrick finally spoke. His voice was quiet, almost hesitant.
I paused, my fingers absently turning the ring on my finger. “Yes.”
His gaze lingered.
“We’re fated mates,” I continued, my tone even. “A perfect match. He loves me very much… and I love him too.”
The words felt strangely familiar, an echo of the past. I remembered when Elena had told me the same thing–that she had found her mate, that she was getting married.
Kendrick was silent for a long moment
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before he finally said, “I wish you happiness.
Something in his voice made my chest tighten, but I didn’t waver.
Then, after what felt like forever, he spoke again, his words soft, tinged with something almost regretful.
“If I hadn’t insisted on finding Elena back then… do you think things would’ve been different for us?”
My fingers stilled against my ring.
I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know.
For years, I had been nothing more than a bystander in this story. A passive observer while Kendrick made all the decisions. Maybe, in another version of events, things would have been different. But that wasn’t
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the path we had taken.
“Alpha Kendrick,” I said quietly, “I’m actually glad you brought this up.”
He looked at me then, waiting.
“Otherwise, I admitted, exhaling slowly, “it would’ve been harder to end things if we had actually gotten married.”
I wanted to end things gracefully. And somehow, we did.
Kendrick didn’t say anything after that. Whatever words he had been holding onto, whatever thoughts had lingered, he let them fade into the silence between us.
Finally, he murmured, “I wish you happiness.”
I met his gaze one last time, steady and
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sure.
“Yes,” I said. “I will be happy.”
Then I turned and walked away.
The End.
Book 2: My Alpha Announced His Mistress’s Pregnancy at Our Wedding
Halfway through my wedding, right at the moment when I was supposed to be pledging my eternal love to my childhood sweetheart, Alpha Derick, his beta–Rebecca Guzman–waltzed in.
Pregnant.
A hush fell over the hall.
Derick, my fated mate, the boy I’d adored
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since childhood, barely flinched. Instead, he reached out and supported her, like it was her wedding, like she was the one in the wedding dress.
Then, without a trace of guilt as he announced, “I know I can’t officially marry Beta Rebecca, but I promised her a wedding. Our pup deserves a complete family.”
“From today on,she will also be my Luna. You must love the pup in her belly as if it were your own.”
A chill ran down my spine.
