The Alpha Willfully Let His Beta Slay My Wolf Chapter 11

The Alpha Willfully Let His Beta Slay My Wolf Chapter 11

We stand in silence. No true farewell.

I withdraw my hand and walk away.

The Omega shelter accepts the donation swiftly.

The director thanks me sincerely, asking neither source nor reason.

The property transfer concludes rapidly.

I hold no curiosity regarding the recipients.

I know with certainty. Seraphine is severed from the past completely.

In the years that follow, I immerse myself in laboratory work, desperately reclaiming lost time.

My research on Omega wolf spirit resilience shakes the entire lycanthrope scientific community.

Before I realize it, I become a professor, qualified to supervise doctoral candidates.

Elder Odric taps my desk, expression severe yet warm.

“Choose your students wisely.”

“I am too old to raise academic grandchildren atop still tending to you.”

We laugh together.

Just then, an emergency call arrives from the pack clinic.

Cassian suffered grave injury from a silver blade and undergoes treatment.

I consider briefly, then decide to visit.

The silver wound is not dire, but half his face is swathed in bandages.

Nurses murmur it is a chemical burn compounded with silver powder. A permanent scar.

Upon seeing me, Cassian, lying abed, forces a bitter smile.

“She lost reason after my exile.”

“I used my influence to blacklist her from every pack. Wanted her to know the meaning of having nowhere to flee.”

“Never did I imagine she would return with a silver bomb, attempting to end us both.”

I do not ask who “she” is. I offer the polite, perfunctory concern due a colleague.

When the next wave of pack elders arrives to visit, I take it as my leave.

As my fingers touch the door handle, Cassian’s voice sounds behind me.

“Seraphine. The house is burned to the ground.”

“Our home… nothing remains.”

I do not turn.

I do not ask why Vera chose that location for her strike.

Whether she sought Cassian’s death or erasing me.

They suit each other perfectly.

Both dwelling in delusion.

Both clinging to those never meant to be theirs.

Cassian repurchased everything, guarding that hollow shell, believing the nest’s survival ensured my eventual return, a weary bird to its roost.

Vera believed burning the house and scarring Cassian’s face would shatter any lingering connection between us.

Recalling the enforcer’s report and Vera’s hysterical ravings during interrogation,

I feel only sadness.

Even the mightiest Alpha is doomed if he cannot release what is gone.

The scars on Cassian’s face are the price of arrogance.

That house, now ash, is the perfect conclusion to our bond.

“Nothing to mourn, Cassian.”

I push the door open. The hallway reeks of disinfectant, but beyond a half-open window, I catch a breath of fresh air.

“That place should have burned long ago.”

After that, I never return to the pack clinic. Never click headlines regarding Cassian.

The sun is bright. The road ahead lies wide open.

My life is only beginning.

I will not look back.