The Way

My son, Cassian’s last birthday wish was simple: for our family to celebrate together. But Alpha Thorne, my mate and leader of the Silverclaw Pack, never loved me or our son. After countless pleas, he reluctantly agreed to be there.

Yet on the night of the celebration, my mate was nowhere to be found. That same night, Cassian took his last breath, his wish heartbreakingly unfulfilled.

I managed the funeral ceremony alone, bearing the weight of our loss. Only later did I discover the bitter truth: Thorne had been with my sister, Morgana, the entire time, enjoying the snowy peaks outside our pack’s territory.

And after knowing that, I packed my belongings, my composure unwavering.

In a twist of irony, this Alpha begged me not to leave in the end, pleading for forgiveness.

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It was no surprise that Thorne would abandon everything for Morgana. I had never been his priority. From the start, I knew his heart belonged to her, despite being his fated mate. How could I compete with his first love?

As I returned from the cemetery to the pack house that was meant to be our home, I was starkly reminded of Thorne’s rare presence here. It was absurd, if anyone knew, that the Alpha was seldom seen in his own pack house. For years, it had been just Cassian and me.

Cassian’s presence lingered in every corner. His laughter still echoed in the halls, and his portraits pinned to the wall. Every step I took was a painful reminder of my son. The weight of his absence was crushing. I wept as I began clearing away the traces of our life together. Every reminder of my son had to go, but each piece I packed felt like I was losing him all over again.

Dragging my suitcase downstairs, I ran into my mate. His sudden appearance took me by surprise, but then I saw he was carrying Morgana into the pack house. His face was etched with concern, and he brushed past me as if I were a stranger. He didn’t even glance my way.

I had grown accustomed to this. With my sister around, I was invisible to him. Even in our youth, when my previous pack allied with Silverclaw, Thorne’s attention was always on Morgana. It shocked him when, at his coming–of–age ceremony, he discovered we were the ones fated to be together. Seeing the suitcase at my feet, Thorne finally stopped. His voice was devoid of emotion. “Aria, this about now?”

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Morgana, clinging affectionately to Thorne‘ s neck, looked up at me. “Aria, I feel dizzy, and since Alpha Thorne said it’s better to rest here, so he brought me into the pack house. You don‘ t mind, do you?” It was just a simple dizziness. I watched gently settled her on the sofa, massaging her forehead as if she were made of glass.

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Memories of our past flooded my mind. After we married and mated, he never truly cared for me. When I was attacked by a rogue and bled, he didn’t come to check on me despite my pleas.

His response had been cold and detached, “A bleeding arm isn‘ t life or death. Why bother me?” I was his mate, his Luna, but all those didn’t matter to him.

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