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The Alpha’s Borrowed Luna
Chapter 173
“Tell me, what did I do wrong? I swear I would change; just give me chance. Tears flowed freely now, my cheeks wet with the evidence of my desperation.
“You’ve had your chances. I’m sorry. He placed the check on the bed beside me.
I looked at it through blurred vision. “What is this?”
“A check.”
“I don’t want it.”
“Elowen, please don’t make this hard.”
Something inside me hardened. “No. I will not leave this place; I refuse to.”
“You will,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Or what, would you make me?”
“I hope it doesn’t come to that.”
I stood, wiping away tears with the back of my hand. “You know what? I don’t believe you.”
“This is as real as reality gets; you are getting your pay and you are going to leave. If you attempt to return back to this pack, you would be seen and treated like an intruder.”
The finality of his words struck me with new force. This wasn’t just about our relationship–he was exiling me from the only place I now called home.
“I gave you my body; I gave you my heart; what didn’t I give?” The question came from a place of raw pain.
“It is not my fault that you fell in love; many would, and if I may remind you, I did tell you that you would be begging to stay at the end, and now here you are, begging, but unlike I said, I won’t let you stay.”
His words, a cruel echo of his earlier warning, felt like a knife twisting in my heart. “So had that been the reason? Had that been the twisted reason you had? Is this some kind of game to you–you wanted to prove me wrong, and so you do this?”
“Games are fun, until they are not; see it as you wish. You say you gave me your body,‘ but I gave you mine, didn’t land don’t you dare pretend like you didn’t like it when I fucked you.”
The crude words shocked me. Even during our most intimate moments, he’d never spoken to me that way. Don’t you dare speak to me like ram some worthless whore.”
“So you want what? Respect? You practically sold yourself to me; what if I did more harm to you? Would you have stopped me?”
Each word was designed to wound, to break whatever bond remained between us. And they were working. My heart, already cracked, began to shatter into irreparable pieces.
“I don’t need your money; I never had and never will,” I said, moving toward the door.
“You would most likely starve.”
“And why should you care?”
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“You did a job well done and deserve your pay.”
I stopped, turning back to face him. Talking about what I deserve and don’t, from the little speech you made to the whole pack, are you certain I did a job and well done?
“The speech was part of the plan. The faster you pack your bags, the better. He turned away, dismissing me.
I need to speak to Frost first.” The thought of my only remaining ally in this place was the single thread keeping me from complete despair.
“Not even he can help you. Frost will meet you outside the pack house, just about where your car is waiting
Everything had been arranged–my transportation, my exile. This wasn’t a spontaneous decision but a carefully planned execution. Whatever we’d shared, whatever I’d thought we’d built together, had meant nothing to him.
I stood there, staring at his back, willing him to turn around, to show some sign that this was all an act. But he remained motionless, waiting for me to leave.
With trembling fingers, I reached for the drawer where I kept the silver pistol he’d given me. The one I’d promised to carry but never use against him. My hand closed around the cool metal, the weight familiar after days of practicing my air.
In that moment, everything became crystal clear. I had nothing left–no position, no home, no love. Even my dignity had been stripped away by his cruel words.
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The gun felt heavier than usual as I lifted it. Not toward Kaius–never toward Kaius, despite everything. Instead, I pressed the barrel against my own temple, the cold metal a strange comfort against my burning skin.
The click of the safety being released was audible in the silent room. Kaius turned then, his eyes widening as he saw what I
intended.
“I won’t be a burden to you anymore,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “And I won’t need your money where I’m going.”
My finger tightened on the trigger. After everything–the love, the betrayal, the humiliation–this final choice was mine alone to
make.
And as I squeezed the trigger, my last thought was of Kaius–not as he was now, cold and cruel, but as he had been in those quiet
moments when I’d believed with all my heart that he loved me.
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