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Letting Go After Enough Love
墨書 Inktalez
After I was kidnapped, the captors contacted Alpha Alex to demand a ransom. His female assistant, Olivia, intervened, and the kidnappers received a cold reply: "We will not pay any ransom; do as you wish." As a result, I became a tool for the Bloodmoon Pack's venting of anger, enduring relentless torment.
When I returned, my feelings for Alpha Alex had long since vanished. Yet, he knelt before me, pleading for another chance. As I stepped back into the territory of the Silvermoon Pack, I, Emily White, had become like a stray beast—tattered and filthy. Once a respected Gamma within the pack, I had fallen from grace.
Now, I resembled a banished Rogue, utterly wretched. My feet were battered, tiny stones embedded in my flesh, leaving a trail of blood behind me. I gritted my teeth against the pain, dragging my heavy steps forward. My ragged clothes emitted a foul odor, and my disheveled hair obscured much of my face. Instinctively, I raised my hand to shield my features but was still seen by several Rogues lurking at the edge of the territory.
Their eyes gleamed with greed, like a pack of hungry wolves waiting for me to collapse so they could seize me. Fear filled my heart, yet I forced myself to remain calm and continued to drag my weary body onward. Struggling, I pressed the intercom button on the Pack's gate. Almost simultaneously, those Rogues closed in on me.
Just as despair threatened to engulf me, the gate swung open. What met my eyes was the face that haunted my dreams—the Alpha of Silvermoon Pack, Alpha Alex Black. He had once been my mate, but now his deep-set eyes held an imperceptible chill as if he were looking at a stranger.
With his high nose and thick brows framing his chiseled features, he remained as handsome as a god. Dressed in a tailored black suit that exuded nobility and coldness, he stood in stark contrast to my disheveled appearance. I noticed a fresh bite mark on his neck—a sign of a new Luna.
As soon as the Rogues saw Alpha Alex, they scattered like birds fleeing from danger into the night.
"Emily?"
Alpha Alex's tone was icy, devoid of any joy that should accompany a long-awaited reunion. He didn't even invite me inside; he merely stood at the door, looking down at me from his elevated position.
"How did you end up like this?"
There was a hint of impatience in his voice, as if my presence had disturbed his peace.
"Who dares to harm a member of the Silvermoon Pack?"
His questioning felt more like a formality than a genuine concern. I wanted to explain, but the rush of humiliation and pain choked me. How could I explain? I had been captured by the hostile Bloodmoon Pack and endured relentless torment. I had exhausted every means to call for help from the Silvermoon Pack, yet there was no response.
I knew Alpha Alex had rejected any offers from the Bloodmoon Pack, even those that involved trading me for food. It was the dead of winter, and the Bloodmoon Pack's territory was in dire need of supplies to survive. Yet, he had abandoned me, all for a mere handful of food.
I had finally escaped, running desperately without daring to stop. Even when my legs felt weak and my breath came in gasps, even when my feet were raw and bleeding, I couldn't afford to pause. I hid in the wilderness, too afraid to close my eyes and rest, terrified of being caught again and subjected to further inhumane suffering, or worse—becoming prey for wild animals.
I survived by eating wild fruits and scavenging through garbage heaps, doing everything I could to stay alive. Returning to the Silvermoon Pack was not just a stroke of luck; it was driven by my instinct to survive.
"Who dares to harm a member of the Silvermoon Pack?" Alpha Alex's question felt particularly ironic. Was he not aware? He knew full well that I had been taken by the Bloodmoon Pack yet chose to stand idly by. Perhaps he still despised me, which is why he spoke such words.
In the past, I had foolishly believed that Alpha Alex held some affection for me, trailing behind him like a shadow. Yet all I received in return were cold glances and rejections. Ultimately, he cruelly denied me my fate as his mate and pushed me into despair.
During my days of captivity, I vividly remembered the mocking voice of the Bloodmoon Pack Alpha: "It seems you really are insignificant! Your Alpha doesn't care about your life or death!"
The words pierced my heart like a sharp blade, making me fully aware of the reality. Alpha Alex had no feelings for me; my life and death meant nothing to him. Once, I believed I was a revered Gamma, standing high above others. It was only after being captured that I realized my fate was entirely in the hands of the Silvermoon Pack. One word from Alpha Alex could determine my life or death.
"Come in," Alpha Alex finally spoke, his tone still cold. "Don't stand at the door and dirty the carpet." There was a hint of disdain in his voice. I lowered my head, said nothing, and silently walked inside. The long hours of torment and travel had left me utterly exhausted. I didn't want to explain anything; I just wanted a place to rest.
Dragging my injured legs, I limped further in. Suddenly, a force lifted me up—Alpha Alex had picked me up. "Your feet are injured; why are you still walking?" His voice remained commanding, his warm breath brushing against my neck. If this had been before, his actions would have filled me with joy. But now, I felt a wave of nausea and struggled to escape his embrace. His touch filled me with revulsion.
I could never forget how the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack had smashed my leg with a glass bottle or how he mocked my Alpha's indifference towards me.
He wordlessly carried me to the sofa, his movements rough and showing no regard for my injured leg. "Let me take care of your wound," he said coldly, devoid of any concern. In the past, hearing Alpha Alex's voice would have thrilled me. But now, I would not deceive myself any longer. The painful experiences of these days and his cruel rejection made me clearly realize that he had no feelings for me at all.
Alpha Alex's hot hand gripped my injured foot, making me feel as if I were sitting on needles. I struggled hard, saying, "You don't need to bother; I can do it myself." Yet I couldn't break free; his grip was like iron, firmly holding my foot in place. "Don't move," he said with a hint of impatience in his tone.
I saw a flicker of disdain in his eyes, but it was quickly masked. He took out some alcohol swabs and ointment, roughly cleaning my wounds. Each tremor and flinch from me drew his increasingly impatient gaze.
His handsome profile, with long, thick eyelashes, and the meticulousness of his actions that contradicted his cold demeanor, momentarily transported me back to the past. Back then, he was the young and accomplished Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, my hero in every sense. I had fantasized countless times about becoming his Luna, fighting alongside him to protect our pack.
When did I start to fall? Perhaps it was when I first transformed into a wolf, enduring immense pain, and he appeared by my side, using his powerful Alpha presence to soothe my restless heart. Or maybe it was when I was provoked by wolves from other packs; he stepped forward to shield me, declaring my importance to the Silvermoon Pack.
I admired him so deeply then. But now, after enduring the captivity and torment of the Bloodmoon Pack, I felt as if I had gone through a cycle of life and death—everything had changed. I dared not hold onto any fantasies about him anymore.
Once he finished bandaging my wounds, Alpha Alex abruptly withdrew his hand, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "You really stink," he remarked. He didn’t ask how I was feeling or what I had been through these past few days; he only seemed repulsed by my scent.
I lowered my head again and apologized meekly, "I'm sorry for dirtying your sofa."
"No, you—" Alpha Alex frowned in irritation as if he wanted to say something more but was interrupted by a voice.
His mother, Caroline Black, came out from inside the house. Upon seeing me, her face instantly filled with tears. She rushed to embrace me tightly, crying out dramatically, "Emily, my child! You’re finally back! Do you know how worried I've been about you these past few days?"
Caroline's embrace felt suffocating; her tears and cries struck me as hypocritical. I clearly remembered the last time Alpha Alex had wronged me; she had told him, "Let her fend for herself. A Gamma without an Alpha’s protection is of no value to the pack." Yet now she feigned a heartbroken demeanor.
She grabbed my hand, looking me up and down with an anxious tone. "Emily, where have you been these past few days? Are you hurt?"
I was momentarily dazed, wanting to cry, but I realized my tears had long since run dry.
In the dungeon of the Bloodmoon Pack, I had endured inhuman torment. They pricked my fingers with needles, yanked my hair, punched and kicked me, even throwing me onto a floor littered with broken glass.
What broke me the most was when they stripped me of my clothes and humiliated me in every possible way. I cried out and struggled, repeatedly calling for Caroline, for Alpha Alex, and for all the clan members I knew, but no one came to save me.
The Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack mocked my helplessness. "Your Alpha has rejected you; you hold no value to the Silvermoon Pack anymore!"
During those days, I had countless thoughts of giving up on life to end this endless suffering. I hated Alpha Alex for his ruthlessness and Caroline for her hypocrisy.
Now, faced with Caroline's feigned concern, I could only force a smile. "I'm fine, Caroline."
I didn’t understand why the Bloodmoon Pack pretended not to know about the ransom they had demanded from the Silvermoon Pack. But I was too exhausted—physically and mentally drained—to pursue it any further.
"Caroline, I want to take a shower first."
"Okay," Caroline quickly agreed. "After you're done, we'll have dinner together; I'll make sure you eat well."
Her enthusiastic tone sent chills down my spine. I nodded and managed to squeeze out another smile.
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