After breaking up with my fated mate, I left the pack lands alone, hiding my shattered soul from everyone. For five years, I changed my name, severed all my mental links, and made a clean break with my past. Every wolf in my old pack thought I was dead. They thought I died on the day my fated mate held a mating ceremony with my stepsister behind my back. For five whole years, moonlight roses were placed on my empty grave, every single day without fail. Five years later, I returned to lay flowers on my mother's grave. My ex-mate, Asher Blackwood, was there again, holding a bouquet of moonlight roses to mourn me. After a moment of shock and awkwardness, I managed a greeting. “Long time no see, Asher.” He flinched, hiding the roses behind his back. “Long time no see, Lily… I thought… you were dead.” I smiled, pretending not to notice his wolf eyes instantly turning blood-red. He wasn’t wrong. Lily Vance was dead. She died five years ago, on the day he betrayed me and mated with his mysterious stepsister, Bella.
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On graduation trip night, Logan, the event organizer, suggested drawing lots to assign rooms. "Let fate decide! Boys and girls who draw the same number room together—how thrilling!" Four years of college, three years dating Mason. No one knew. I drew a ball from the cardboard box, waiting to be paired. When Mason's turn came, he pulled out "Room 7." Logan's voice shot up instantly: "The other person in Room 7 is—Ava!" The girl he'd once pursued so passionately immediately blushed. The whole group erupted, saying it was destiny. Only I stayed silent. What no one knew was that before the game started, I'd heard Logan whisper to him: "Find the one with the round bump—I specially saved that for you and Ava." Watching Mason's gentle smile as he walked over to Ava and picked up her suitcase for her. I smiled too. So three years of waiting couldn't earn me even one public acknowledgment. This time, I decided to be the one who walked away first.
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After breaking up with my fated mate, I left the pack lands alone, hiding my shattered soul from everyone. For five years, I changed my name, severed all my mental links, and made a clean break with my past. Every wolf in my old pack thought I was dead. They thought I died on the day my fated mate held a mating ceremony with my stepsister behind my back. For five whole years, moonlight roses were placed on my empty grave, every single day without fail. Five years later, I returned to lay flowers on my mother's grave. My ex-mate, Asher Blackwood, was there again, holding a bouquet of moonlight roses to mourn me. After a moment of shock and awkwardness, I managed a greeting. “Long time no see, Asher.” He flinched, hiding the roses behind his back. “Long time no see, Lily… I thought… you were dead.” I smiled, pretending not to notice his wolf eyes instantly turning blood-red. He wasn’t wrong. Lily Vance was dead. She died five years ago, on the day he betrayed me and mated with his mysterious stepsister, Bella.
The homecoming queen said she’d never seen a real mummy, so my childhood best friend and the entire football team knocked me out. When I woke up, I was a prop in their prank, zip-tied to the goalpost on the school’s football field. Students walking by laughed at me, filmed TikToks, and someone even threw a milkshake at me. I was tied up in front of everyone for two whole hours. When my best friend, Leo, finally showed up, he was smiling as he cut me down. "Savannah said she wanted to see a real-life horror movie prank, so we just played a little joke." "Ellie, you're not actually mad, are you? We grew up together. You know me better than anyone." I just stared at him silently. I looked at the group of jeering jocks, and at Savannah in the corner, hiding a smirk behind her hand. I guess my dignity was just something to be sacrificed for someone else's entertainment. I transferred schools the next day. And Leo lost his fucking mind. "Please, Ellie, it was just a prank. Don't be like this." …
After breaking up with my fated mate, I left the pack lands alone, hiding my shattered soul from everyone. For five years, I changed my name, severed all my mental links, and made a clean break with my past. Every wolf in my old pack thought I was dead. They thought I died on the day my fated mate held a mating ceremony with my stepsister behind my back. For five whole years, moonlight roses were placed on my empty grave, every single day without fail. Five years later, I returned to lay flowers on my mother's grave. My ex-mate, Asher Blackwood, was there again, holding a bouquet of moonlight roses to mourn me. After a moment of shock and awkwardness, I managed a greeting. “Long time no see, Asher.” He flinched, hiding the roses behind his back. “Long time no see, Lily… I thought… you were dead.” I smiled, pretending not to notice his wolf eyes instantly turning blood-red. He wasn’t wrong. Lily Vance was dead. She died five years ago, on the day he betrayed me and mated with his mysterious stepsister, Bella.
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