When My Wolf Went Silent Chapter 10By Novel7s / May 27, 2026 When My Wolf Went Silent Chapter 10Archer’s POV It was a lie? I heard the voices inside the pack house and couldn’t help but curl a bitter, ironic smile at the corner of my lips–but tears streamed down my face. So, in the end, everyone… had been played by my own mother. I thought back to my childhood. My mother had been merciless with me. Even the slightest closeness to anyone–just a smile at another pack member, saying, “You’re beautiful“-would set her off. She would slap me, whip me with a silver–threaded lash. Academics were no different. She demanded straight A’s. If I fell short even a little, I had to stand on my head outside the pack house door for six hours. Back then… the one thing I loved most was Harper. Every time I was punished, every time I was beaten, she would sneak to my house and quietly give me sandwiches. She’d read to me too, because I loved Hemingway–not Hemingway himself, but because Harper had read his books to me. She was a streak of warmth, a light in my gray, oppressive childhood. That’s why, as I grew older, I pampered her. In my heart, Harper was my sun, my reason for living. But now… what could I do? My sun was gone. And I had killed her with my own hands. My chest ached as though pierced by a thousand needles, yet I calmly pushed open the door and looked at the two people frozen inside. I turned my gaze to Simone. “This is the last time I’ll ask,” I said coldly. “Do you want to sever the mate bond with me?” “If you refuse, then we’ll rot together,” I warned. For a moment, she froze–but then rushed toward me. “Listen to me, Archer, please… it’s really not my fault, I…‘ I coldly pushed her hand away. “So… your answer is that you won’t sever the mate bond?” She hesitated. “Yes. I won’t.” I let out a bitter laugh and placed my hand on her cheek. “Then let’s atone for Harper… together.” Simone froze, and I calmly stepped out of the pack house. I went to the underground casino and gambled everything- money, houses, cars, every possession–until nothing remained. Returning to the pack house, I felt like a ghost among ruins. Debt collectors smashed through the place, beating my mother, beating Simone. And I just watched, calm, smiling. “I told you,” I murmured, “no one can escape.” Simone, terrified, pressed her bloody, swollen belly to the floor, crawling toward me, sobbing. “Archer, I beg you… spare me. Please… I was wrong. I truly… I never should have tried to frame Harper.”
