As a Sensitive, I Saw Another Woman in My Wolf Mate’s Heart Chapter 07

As a Sensitive, I Saw Another Woman in My Wolf Mate’s Heart Chapter 07

The mating dissolution agreement was mailed to his Den.

It was sent by registered mail.

I saved the tracking number, but there was no movement on his end.

Nova called and sounded even more anxious than I was.

“He still hasn’t signed?”

“No.”

“Did you urge him?”

“No.”

“You’re not anxious at all?”

I looked at the sycamore tree outside the window.

Its leaves had almost all fallen.

“Nova, the agreement is very clear. In thirty days, the mate mark will disappear completely, and the dissolution will automatically take effect. How long can he drag it out?”

Nova was quiet for a moment. Then her voice softened.

“I heard from his Beta, Ethan Hale, that he’s in awful shape. Unshaven, distracted during meetings, still sitting in the Den at midnight, refusing to leave no matter who calls him.”

“That’s his business.”

“You really don’t feel sorry for him at all?”

I held the moonstone communicator, my nails digging into my palm.

“Nova, I had a miscarriage. While he was taking photos of someone else by the ocean, I lay alone on an operating table and signed the surgical consent form myself. What exactly do you want me to feel sorry for?”

The other end went completely silent.

After a long time, she said, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be.”

After hanging up, I stood by the window for a long time.

Only when my legs went numb did I turn back to my desk and continue drawing design drafts.

A few days later, he sent me a message.

[Raina, let’s meet and talk properly.]

I stared at the line for two seconds.

Then I replied with one word.

[Okay.]

We met at the coffee shop downstairs from the Council of Elders.

I deliberately arrived ten minutes late.

When I pushed open the door, cold wind slipped into my collar, and I shrank slightly.

He was sitting in the corner with two cups of coffee in front of him.

One latte.

One Americano.

He had lost weight. His jaw had sharpened, his shirt collar was wrinkled, and one button was fastened wrong.

Before, I always checked him before he left.

The collar had to be crisp.

The cufflinks had to match.

Now he could not even take care of himself.

He pushed the latte toward me.

“You didn’t drink coffee before,” I said.

He froze, panic flashing in his eyes.

“I remember you drank lattes.”

“That was Lyra. I don’t drink coffee. I never have. You just forgot.”

His hand slowly withdrew.

Then he said many things.

He said he had failed me.

He said he was an asshole.

He said he was sorry.

He said it had been twenty-one years, and we could not just end it like that.

He said he could cut back on work and spend more time with me.

He said he could transfer Lyra away, send her to another Pack, even banish her.

He said he could change.

As long as I was willing to turn back.

I listened without interrupting.

When he finished, I pulled up a screenshot from my moonstone communicator.

It showed his message.

[Emergency Pack duty. Back the day after tomorrow. If you feel unwell, have the driver take you. Love you, Silas.]

“Silas, that day, I was six weeks pregnant. I sent you a message saying my prenatal appointment was at nine. You said okay. That morning, you suddenly had Pack duty. You didn’t show up. I went to the clinic alone.”

I turned off the screen and placed the communicator gently on the table.

“The hallway was full of werewolves with their mates. I sat there alone. While I was receiving the pure moon essence injection, I saw Lyra’s social media. You were at the ocean. She was smiling, and you were taking photos for her. In the bottom right corner of the picture was your hand, wearing our mating ring.”

The color drained from his face, little by little.

“That night, I started bleeding at ten. I took a cab to the emergency room by myself and signed the surgical consent form alone. After I signed and lay on the operating table, I called you. Your phone stayed off. I messaged you. You did not reply until the next afternoon.”

I took a folder from my bag and placed it in front of him.

The miscarriage report.

The emergency payment receipt.

The surgical consent form.

Only my name was in the signature field.

At the time, I had just finished surgery, and my hand was still shaking.

The words were crooked.

He opened the folder and turned the pages one by one.

When he reached the surgical consent form, his hands began to tremble.

He looked up at me, his eyes completely red.

“Raina, I didn’t know. I really didn’t know you were pregnant. I didn’t know you were in the hospital.”

He stood, walked around the table, crouched beside my chair, and took my hand.

“Give me one chance. Just one.”

I looked down at him.

Then I pulled my hand away.

“Silas, there is no me in your heart anymore. Sign it.”

I stood and pushed the folder toward him.

When I walked out of the coffee shop, I saw through the glass that he was still sitting there, clutching the surgical consent form.

I turned and left.

Outside, the sun was bright.

It warmed my blood.