My eight-year crush 18

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All these years, I had been the perfect mate. Waiting in our den, raising our son alone, never questioning his five–year absence.

One word from him – “don’t come” – and I’d stayed put, teaching Alex about the father who would surely return to us.

So many nights, Theo had pushed away his guilt. Justified his cruelty with thoughts of that first night, the enhanced pheromones,

the “trapped” mate bond.

He’d thought he needed to punish me more. Make me pay for forcing his hand.

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But now…

For the first time in five years, true regret hit him like a silver blade to the heart.

His wolf howled in agony, finally understanding what they’d lost.

Theo’s wolf was taking over, his control slipping with each passing day. He called in every pack favor, every debt owed to him as

Beta.

“Find my mate and pup,” he growled, his eyes flickering between human blue and wolf gold. “I don’t care what it costs. Whatever it takes!”

These past days, he’d locked himself in our old den, surrounded by fading scents that tortured him with memories.

The pressed Beta robes I’d maintained so carefully.

The spotless floors I’d kept clean despite his complaints about chemical smells.

The training equipment where Alex had practiced so hard to make him proud.

Alex’s laughter used to echo through these halls during evening training sessions.

But now.

The den felt vast and dead, a tomb of his own making.

The emptiness in his chest where our mate bond used to be grew larger with each passing day. His wolf howled constantly, searching for the connection that had been severed.

All he wanted, all his wolf needed, was to see his mate and pup again.

Sarah and Marcus kept coming to the den, their presence like salt in an open wound.

“Father,” Marcus tugged at his sleeve with that entitled confidence that had once seemed so charming. “Tomorrow’s my full

moon ceremony. You’ll lead it, right? Everyone needs to see how proud you are of your son!”

Something about Marcus’s casual presumption made Theo’s wolf snap its teeth. The boy who’d once seemed like a second chance now felt like a living reminder of his betrayal,

He couldn’t stop thinking about Alex.

While Marcus sprawled carelessly across his lap, demanding attention, where was Alex?

His true son, his blood, denied even basic paternal love. Fighting tears after every rejection, trying so hard to be worthy of a father who never came.

The images haunted Theo’s mind until his wolf nearly broke free.

“I’m a monster!”

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Theo slammed his fist into the stone wall, leaving bloody cracks in the rock. His wolf’s strength was bleeding through his control.

In that moment, his guilt peaked like a wave about to break.

“I can’t sit here anymore. I’ve hurt my mate and pup enough. I have to find them!”

Sarah burst into tears, throwing herself in his path with practiced grace.

“Theo, please,” she sobbed. “If your mate chose to leave, they clearly don’t want to be found. Let them go. Let them heal.”

“You’ve spent years with Marcus and me. They must have given up hope by now. Why not start fresh with us?”

“After all this time apart, I realize I still love you. We could give Marcus the real family he deserves…”

Once, Sarah’s tears would have moved him. Would have made his wolf want to protect her.

Now, Theo snarled, his wolf rising fully to the surface. His eyes blazed gold, fangs lengthening.

“If you want a family,” he growled, “go back to your dead mate!”

“I have a mate and pup. My true family. Sarah, from now on, stay away from us. This game is over.” 2

Theo tried everything to find us – pack broadcasts, territory–wide searches, even begging the Alpha Council for help.

But the response was always the same.

We had disappeared completely from pack records, our scents erased by ritual herbs.

Theo clutched his head in despair for a long time, his wolf whining in shared pain.

Then suddenly, his head snapped up.

“I know.”

His wolf stirred within, remembering the scent of ocean air from the neighboring territory.

The way a certain female Alpha had always looked at me with more kindness than he ever had.

The healing position she’d offered me months ago.

“I know where my mate and pup have gone.”

I never expected to see Theo again.

Two months after we’d settled into our new life in Ada’s coastal territory.

He appeared like a ghost in my healing chamber, somehow having evaded the silver–armed border guards despite Ada’s kill–on-

sight orders for any wolf from his pack.

His once–perfect Beta coat was matted with blood and silver burns, clothes torn from fighting through three hostile territories.

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“Please,” he whispered, his wolf rippling beneath his skin, fighting to break free. “I was wrong. About everything. About us.”

The proud Beta who once commanded our pack’s respect looked broken. His eyes flickered between human blue and wolf gold, control fraying at the edges.