“You still have feelings for Sarah and her son. If you want to play perfect family with them, go ahead. But my son and I are not
your backup plan.”
“I may have loved you once, Theo, but my love was never cheap. My wolf chose you, fought for you, waited for you. But we’ve
learned to stand alone.”
“Alex and I will thrive without you. We already are.
Theo’s face twisted with panic, his wolf clawing beneath his skin. He crawled forward on his knees, the once–proud Beta reduced
to begging.
“No, please, it’s all a misunderstanding!” His voice cracked with desperation.
He swore there was nothing between him and Sarah.
Their relationship was pure coincidence.
Just pack politics.
“I only felt sorry for her raising Marcus alone. The boy needed guidance. Maybe once…” His voice faltered. “Maybe I did let myself
feel something for her.”
“But now I see her true nature. She went to the Alpha Council, exposed everything. How I stole Alex’s inhibitory potion, how I left
my own pup to burn while saving hers. She’s trying to destroy me because I finally chose my true family!”
“Please,” his wolf whined, trying to reach for our severed bond. “I understand my heart now. I want you, only you…‘
His pleas grew more frantic with each word.
But I stepped back coldly, my own wolf calm and unmoved.
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Crouching down to Alex’s level, I asked softly, “Do you want to forgive your father, baby?”
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Alex looked at Theo with eyes too old for his age. “No. I don’t have a father anymore. The other pups were right when they called
me rejected. But that’s okay now.”
“Rejected or not doesn’t matter,” I hugged him close. “You have me, and our new pack. That’s more than enough.”
Something in Theo’s eyes shattered completely. The mighty Beta wolf, brought low by his own choices.
I smiled coolly, straightening my formal healer’s robes. Silver–threaded fabric marked my new status as Head Healer.
“You should go, Theo. The border guards won’t be merciful if they find you here.”
I checked the enchanted sundial on my wrist. “I have an important consultation. A silver poisoning case that three other
territories couldn’t solve. They’re paying in gold and territory rights.”
These past months in Ada’s pack had transformed us both.
I’d become their most valued healer, my new treatments for silver poisoning saving wolves that traditional healers had given up
- on. My reputation spread across territories, bringing wealth and respect.
Meanwhile, Theo’s world was crumbling. Sarah, bitter at his rejection, had gone to the Alpha Council with evidence of his
betrayal. How he’d stolen the inhibitory potion meant for his own son, nearly killing Alex to save her Marcus.
In one night, the proud Beta lost everything. His position, his status, his pack’s respect. They were calling for exile – the worst
punishment a wolf could face.
But I barely noticed the news anymore.
I was too busy building our new life.
Training the next generation of healers.
Developing treatments that were changing pack medicine.
Watching Alex grow into his power, free from the pressure of being a “Beta’s son.”
Every full moon, like clockwork, Theo would try to breach our territory borders. Each attempt more desperate than the last, his
wolf growing wilder, less controlled.
But Alex and I had built a new life here. We refused his pleas, letting Ada’s silver–armed guards drive him back each time. His
howls of anguish meant nothing to us now.
Finally, Ada herself confronted him at the borderline, her Alpha power crackling in the air. “Enough, Theo. You had your chance
when they were in your pack. You chose Sarah and Marcus over your true mate and blood pup.”
“The moon herself has judged you. Now it’s too late.”
Later, through pack whispers, Theo learned the full truth.
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What had finally broken me wasn’t just the stolen potion that nearly killed our son. It was Sarah’s calculated cruelty – playing that video at Alex’s birthday, humiliating him in front of the whole pack.
His face went bone–white when he heard, desperately trying to explain.
“Please, it wasn’t real! Just pack politics, a stupid game of truth or dare at the moon ceremony. I never meant…”
He swore nothing had happened with Sarah in Europe, that Marcus was just a substitute for the son he’d abandoned.
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But I no longer cared which words were truth and which were lies. Five years of waiting had taught me actions speak louder
than excuses.
He left our territory that night choking back tears, his wolf’s mournful howls echoing across the border.
Months passed, and I met Alpha Lucas Blackwood during a difficult healing case. She understood both medicine and magic, respected my independence, and adored Alex.
When she proposed forming a mate bond, I declined gently.
Some scars run too deep for new marks.
One evening, I asked Alex, “How would you feel about having a new father?”
Alex glanced mischievously behind me where Grace was teaching him healing herbs. “If it’s Alpha Lucas, I wouldn’t mind! He actually shows up for training, unlike some wolves.”
Theo witnessed this domestic scene during one of his border crossings – saw another Alpha caring for his abandoned mate and
pup.
His face went ghostly white, his wolf keening in despair. He disappeared into the forest without a word.
Later, a messenger brought a letter bearing his Beta seal.
Ada picked it up curiously. “What does he say?”
I dropped it unopened into the ritual fire, watching his words turn to ash like our bond had.
“Nothing that matters anymore.”
Two years passed quietly. Rumors reached us from his territory – Theo had lost everything. Some said he’d been caught in a silver
trap while drunk on wolfsbane wine, left half–feral and scarred.
Others claimed he’d tried to kill Sarah in revenge for her betrayal, earning permanent exile from all northern packs.
The truth? I never bothered to learn it.
Like our severed mate bond, the past was better left buried.
Alex was excelling in combat training, his control already stronger than pups twice his age.
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My healing practice had revolutionized silver poisoning treatment, earning our new pack respect across territories.
We’d built a life I’d never dared dream of while waiting in that cold den.
Sometimes, on full moons, I’d catch Alex staring toward our old territory, his small face thoughtful.
But he never asked about his father anymore.
