Chapter 3
It hit me suddenly: with my decision to leave now within reach, none of this mattered
anymore.
After I turned him down that night, Alpha Waldo
froze. His body went rigid, like a wolf caught mid–howl. His pride, ever the dominant force,
wouldn’t let him ask why I’d rejected him.
Instead, he muttered a quiet, “Okay,” and rolled
over.
That night, the distance between us felt as vast as the Milky Way.
The next morning, I woke to find the bed empty. ‘, Typical. Maybe he was off sulking, worried I’d
- spiral into jealousy over Alanna. Not a chance.
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On the dining table, however, was a surprise: a plate of slightly burnt toast, a fried egg, and a glass of milk.
Alpha Waldo wasn’t exactly the culinary type.
A rare gesture from someone who had never once made breakfast for me.
Next to the plate was a sticky note that read: “For my Luna–enjoy.”
My phone buzzed with a message:
“Alpha Waldo“: Honey, I’ve put the wedding dress in the study. Try it on and send me a photo–I know you’ll look the most beautiful.
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The most beautiful, huh? Funny, I thought, considering Alanna probably tried it more than once already.
I sighed, finishing the toast (a little charred but edible) before heading to a stationery store. I bought a countdown calendar. Back home, I tore off the first page: six days left.
I started packing.
The den was first. I cleared out framed photos, books we’d shared, and papers—every last trinket of our so–called love story. As I placed the final item in a box, a diary slipped out.
I hesitated, flipping through pages filled with happy memories–dates, anniversaries, silly things we’d done. The paper had yellowed, but
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the moments felt fresh, almost biting.
A lump rose in my throat, but I pushed it down. I left the diary behind.
The wedding dress was next. It hung in the study, taunting me like an enemy wolf daring me to flinch. Unable to resist, I grabbed a pair of scissors and shredded the dress into ribbons. Each slice was quick, precise, and emotionless.
It felt oddly satisfying.
Not stopping there, I listed every extravagant gift Alpha Waldo had ever given me online— free to anyone willing to pay for shipping. By the time I finished, most of it was sold. A courier was scheduled for pick–up the next day.
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Later, my phone buzzed again, reminding me of tickets to the immersive play I’d bought months ago. Back then, I’d imagined we’d attend together.
I didn’t even bother asking if Alpha Waldo was still coming. As I got ready to leave, a message pinged through:
“Alpha Waldo“: Too busy with packwork tonight. Don’t wait for me for dinner.
Work. Sure.
I rolled my eyes and went alone. I didn’t get front–row tickets, so my seat was on the right aisle, not too close to the stage. The play was incredible–a heart–wrenching love story about life and death. By the end, I was in tears.
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When the play neared its end, the actors began interacting with the audience. A giant screen lit up, announcing a random audience member had been selected for interaction. The screen revealed Alpha Waldo’s face.
But He wasn’t alone. Alanna sat beside him.
Oh, so “Packwork” meant accompanying Alanna. They had the privilege of front–row seats. The spotlight shone on them as they looked perfect together–Alpha Waldo, sharp and handsome; Alanna, radiant and elegant.
The actors approached, asking if they were a couple. Alanna giggled, leaning into his arm before he could answer.
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Then, in a move straight from the play’s final scene, the actor asked if they would kiss deeply to symbolize the depth of their connection, their
fate as a mate.
The audience roared with excitement.
Alanna, never one to miss the spotlight, tilted her head and kissed him. Her lips brushed his, the moment displayed for everyone to see.
Alpha Waldo froze.
For a second, he looked like a wolf caught in a trap. Then he flinched, stepping back and breaking the kiss.
Our eyes met across the theater.
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I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness–just a strange sense of liberation.
Breaking his gaze, I grabbed my bag and left.
As I reached the exit, hurried footsteps sounded
behind me.
“Valerie!” Alpha Waldo called, his voice urgent.
I turned, arching a brow as he approached, hair disheveled and breath coming fast. “What
now?”
“It’s not what it looked like,” he said, panting. couldn’t embarrass her in front of everyone. You understand, right?”
“Uh–huh.” I nodded, my tone neutral.
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His brow furrowed. “Are you saying that because you mean it, or are you jealous?”
I couldn’t help it–I laughed. “Jealous? Of what?
“”
Just then, Alanna burst out of the theater, wobbling in her heels. She called after him, but in her rush, she tripped.
