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On the day I tried on my bonding gown, my sister Celeste said she wanted to help me decide.When I stepped out of the fitting room, Celeste was adjusting the silver-patterned collar pin for Ronan Blackridge, the Alpha no wolf in Blackridge Pack dared defy—the man I was supposed to bond with. I had just opened my mouth to say, “Let me,” when the stylist smiled and stepped toward Celeste.“This way, future Luna. Let’s try your styling over here.” I stopped short. Ronan did not correct her. Celeste only smiled shyly and leaned into him. My childhood sweetheart, Kieran, walked past me, lifted his camera, and started taking pictures of them. I stood there, stunned, like an outsider. Most of Kieran’s shots were of Celeste and Ronan. There wasn’t a single frame of me, the woman who was actually supposed to stand beside him under the full moon. Celeste sounded so natural, as if she were the one about to become Luna. “Elowen, bring me that bouquet.” When Ronan saw that I was silent, he came over and gently took the flowers from my hands. Those golden eyes of his, eyes that had once silenced rebellious wolves in the Elders’ Hall, were unusually soft now. “Elowen, why are you spacing out? Go pick the invitation design first. I’ll come over after we finish the photos.” Kieran lowered the camera just enough to show one eye from behind the lens. “Elowen, move two steps to the side. You’re blocking the light.” I moved away without a word and stood in the corner. In that moment, I finally understood how unnecessary I was. If this ceremony didn’t need me, then I wouldn’t be there. ... I quietly picked up my bag from the shoe bench and pushed the door open. The wind chime rang once. No one called after me. I looked back. Celeste was turning in front of the mirror, and Ronan stood behind her, fixing the bow at her waist. Kieran held up his camera. “Yes, yes, that angle. Perfect.” The shutter clicked five or six times in a row. I turned around and walked out of the store. When I got into the car, my phone screen lit up. It was a message from the bonding ceremony planner. Miss Ashborne, the ceremony is coming up soon. Have you chosen the invitation design? Before I could reply, another message came in. Or you could let your sister choose for you. She has excellent taste. The car was silent. So quiet that I could hear myself breathing. One breath after another, as if I were counting something. What was I counting? The number of times I had been forgotten in this relationship? I typed three words and sent them. Whatever she wants. And I meant it. Whatever Celeste wanted. In the end, Ronan would listen to her anyway. The planner replied almost instantly. Got it. Thank you. I stared at those words and thought the planner must have been relieved. The bride’s decisions were always being changed. They were probably tired of revising the plans over and over, too. It was easier to let my sister decide for me. Before I could put my phone down, messages kept popping up. Kieran was uploading photos to the group chat one after another. I opened one of them. His composition was beautiful. Light fell across their faces. Ronan wore a black ceremonial suit with the silver wolf emblem of Blackridge Pack pinned to his shoulder, while my sister Celeste leaned against him as if they were the lovers about to bond beneath the full moon. I closed my eyes. My heart hurt so much I could barely breathe. I had tried so hard. I had poured so much care into this ceremony, trying to make every detail perfect. I wanted a perfect ceremony. I wanted to prove that I was worth being remembered by the man I loved. But in the end, I was still outside the frame. My phone lit up and went dark, then lit up again. Messages kept coming into the group chat. I didn’t reply. No one cared. I sent my assigned pack escort back, then drove alone to the apartment I rented. On the refrigerator was a sticky note I had written myself. Seven days until the bonding ceremony. I peeled it off, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash. Chapter 2 The next morning, I opened my phone. There were 99+ messages in the bonding ceremony group chat. I looked at the only voice message where Celeste had tagged me and hesitated for a moment before tapping it open. “Elowen, I changed the ceremony song for you. The one you picked was too depressing. A bonding ceremony should feel lighter.” Right after that came Ronan’s text. Yeah, the original one wasn’t right. I think Celeste’s lighter choice is better. The original one was not right? I had spent an entire month choosing that song. It was the song my parents had played at their wedding. Every time I heard it, my eyes would sting. My parents had died too young, and I had wanted them to be present in another way. Ronan knew that. Celeste knew that, too. And still, they thought it was too depressing. In the group chat, Celeste was still saying, “Elowen never likes making decisions. We can just decide these things for her.” Ronan replied with one word. Okay. I stared at that word and did not move. Messages flowed past one after another like running water. No one noticed that Elowen was in the group. No one noticed that Elowen had said nothing. My participation in this bonding ceremony was zero. I opened my chat with Ronan. Our conversation was still stuck on yesterday. I had told him, I’m a little nervous. He had sent back a head-patting sticker. As for the fact that I had left early, he had not even messaged me privately to ask what happened. He had only tagged me in the group chat last night. What happened? Were you so nervous you left early? No one answered. That didn’t matter either. Celeste posted a photo with the caption: Elowen, the styling shoot went so well today. The Luna gown is confirmed! And just like that, everything was brushed aside. Then they moved on to talking about laurel decorations, bonding invitations, and the ceremony backdrop. Suddenly, I felt that my place was not even extra. Extra meant I had at least existed once. I felt as if I had never been there at all. While I was packing my things, Celeste suddenly video-called me. I answered. On the screen, someone was doing her makeup. “Elowen, you’re taking forever. The styling team still hasn’t been confirmed, so I booked one myself. I’m testing the look first.” I looked at Celeste sitting in front of the mirror. I wanted to say something, but I did not know what to say. Two weeks ago, I had told her that my friend would personally do my bonding makeup. But it was as if she could not hear my thoughts at all. She simply decided everything for me. Had I never questioned her? Had I never been unhappy? Had I never stood up for myself? I had. But in the end, I was always given the same sentence. “Elowen, you’ve always been more mature than she is. Don’t argue with her over this.” Kieran had known me the longest, yet he always stood on her side. Then Ronan appeared and pursued me fiercely. That Alpha, known among wolves for being calm, powerful, and impossible to defy, would personally drive me home late at night and say I was adorably dazed. I thought he liked that quiet part of me. But after he met Celeste, his taste seemed to change. Without me realizing it, his words changed, too. He began saying that girls should be lively and decisive. One day, I could not hold it in anymore. “Can you stop being so close to Celeste all the time? Can you pay attention to boundaries?” I thought he would understand. Instead, he took it lightly, smiling as he rubbed my hair. “Boundaries? After you and I complete our bond, Celeste will also be under Blackridge Pack’s protection. Do you want me to treat her like a rogue at our borders?” I fell silent. Of course I did not want them to be enemies. “You’re more mature than she is. You should be more understanding.” That sentence had weighed on me for so many years that, for the first time, I felt like I could barely breathe. They had forgotten that I was only two years older than she was. I wanted a gift, too. I wanted someone to ask me, Do you like this? But no one ever cared. Chapter 3 I called my landlord and told him I was moving out today. On the other end, he asked, “You’re really leaving? You’ve lived there for more than four years.” Yes. Four years already. When Ronan and I first confirmed our relationship, he wanted me to move into Blackridge Pack’s Alpha residence with him. The main house was heavily guarded, home to his most trusted Beta, Gamma, and core warriors. Celeste said I should keep some private space for myself and suggested that I live alone. So I rented an apartment near Blackridge’s downtown offices, hoping I would see him more often. Ronan agreed. Sometimes, after he finished dealing with Pack matters, he would come here late at night and stay until morning. This place was filled with the sweetness of our early love, then with our arguments, our silences, and the sight of his back as he hurried away. But now, I had gathered enough disappointment. I had made up my mind to leave. “Yes,” I said. “I’m moving today.” The landlord sighed and told me to leave the keys in the mailbox. Not long after I hung up, the door was pushed open from outside. Ronan and Celeste walked in, laughing and talking. Celeste turned back and smiled at him. “You promised. After my lease ends, I can stay in your Alpha residence for a few weeks after the bonding. Save me the room in Moonshadow East Wing, the one with the bay window. And change the curtains to the pink I like.” I stood in the middle of the living room, wondering if I had heard her wrong. She said it so naturally, as if how long she would stay and how our home after the bonding would be decorated were both things she had the right to decide. Ronan did not object. His smile was indulgent. “Elowen won’t mind.” “Elowen always takes care of me. Of course she won’t mind.” I stood there, and something in my throat seemed to loosen. “What if I say I do mind?” The air went quiet for two seconds. Celeste froze. Perhaps it was the first time I had ever refused her. Before she even spoke, her eyes were already red. Ronan’s voice carried a note of reproach. “Elowen, what’s wrong with you? Usually you can’t wait to give her everything. Now you’re arguing over a single room?” “I’m not arguing,” I said. “Then what do you mean?” He frowned. “Celeste’s lease happens to be ending. She’ll only stay for a few weeks. She’s your sister, not some outsider we need to guard against. The Alpha residence is so big. What’s wrong with letting one more person stay for a while?” “That is supposed to be our home after the bonding,” I said. “The home meant for Blackridge Pack’s Luna. Who exactly is bonding with you?” Ronan choked on that. Celeste said softly, her eyes red, “Elowen, I just wanted to be closer to you. If you don’t want me there, forget it. I won’t move in.” Ronan looked at me with blame in his eyes. “Look at you. One sentence and you’ve hurt her this much. She’s your sister. Can’t you think about her?” “Then who thinks about me?” I lifted my head. “You personally arranged for her to enter Blackridge Pack’s External Affairs Office. You approved resources for her far beyond what others at her level receive. She hardly has to worry about anything. And me? I only have—” “Enough!” Ronan’s expression changed. “Be reasonable. She’s your sister. I only took special care of her because of you. Do you really have to be so petty?” Petty. That word again. I smiled and said nothing. Celeste tugged at his sleeve and whispered, “Ronan, stop. Elowen is probably just in a bad mood.” He patted her hand, and his tone softened. “Elowen, I’ve already decided. Celeste moving in is a good thing. You two sisters can stay close even after the bonding.” I nodded. Whatever. It was your home anyway. I would not be living there. Ronan let out a breath of relief. Celeste wiped the corner of her eye, though no tears had fallen, and smiled again. I turned to continue packing. Behind me came Celeste’s voice. “Can I really change the curtains to light pink?” Ronan’s voice was full of amusement. “Whatever you like.” Chapter 4 That afternoon, I went to Blackridge Pack’s Affairs Hall. The air inside carried the scent of cedar, leather, and the faint wolfish edge drifting up from the training grounds. I placed the access token to the Alpha residence, the key to his private Alpha study, and several Pack alliance documents he had once asked me to organize into a bag, then asked the receptionist to pass it on. When the receptionist at the Affairs Hall saw me, she immediately straightened. “Miss Ashborne, you’re here? I’ll notify Alpha Ronan.” “No need.” I set the bag on the front desk. “Just give this to him for me.” With that, I turned and left. When I reached the staircase with its dark carpet, I accidentally heard Ronan’s voice. His tone, warm and patient, drifted through the wall. “You want me to go with you on Saturday to get your nails done?” Celeste answered in a coaxing voice. “Yes. Can you?” My fingers stiffened. A second later, his voice came from behind the half-closed door, carrying a smile. “Of course. You want to look beautiful at the bonding ceremony. I’ll go with you. I’ll explain to Elowen.” I gave a bitter smile. I had already decided to let go. What was I still expecting? Before the bonding, Ronan and I had agreed to finally do the one thing we had never managed to do while we were in love—watch a sunrise together. But from winter to spring, all the way until the ceremony was almost here, he kept putting it off, saying he was busy and that we would go next time. At last, we had set it for this Saturday. Now he was putting it off again. But this time, I no longer cared. I pushed open the glass doors and drove straight back to Silvercove, the seaside town in Maine where I grew up. The next day, I was cleaning the old house my parents had left behind. Aunt Maren and Uncle Alden lived nearby, and Maren came over early. She held my hand and patted it gently. “Elowen, all these years, you were always the one asked to be mature, the one asked to give way. You’ve suffered too much.” Maren sighed, as if she had thought about this for a long time before finally saying it. “Celeste may have been adopted by your parents, but you’ve treated her like your own sister all these years. You’ve given her everything, and that child has never known when to stop.” She wiped the corner of her eye. “Now you’re both grown. You’re about to start your own family and your own life. Don’t keep putting her first like you used to.” I smiled and did not answer. She was right. I would no longer put anyone first. Not even Ronan. After a while, I said, “Aunt, you and Uncle should move in here. A house falls apart if no one lives in it.” Maren froze. “What do you mean no one lives in it?” “I know you and Ronan will live in the Alpha residence after the bonding, but you’ll still need somewhere to stay when you come back to visit us.” I said yes, but I still insisted that she move in. Maren thought I was only being polite and refused a few times. I did not explain. I only thought that after I left, I did not know how many years it would be before I came back. That evening, Ronan arrived as promised for the family dinner before the bonding ceremony. Several pack warriors stood guard outside the yard, while Celeste stood beside him like the woman he was about to bond with and walked into the living room at his side. When they saw me, both of them clearly froze. “Elowen, why are you here?” His tone made it sound as if I should not have been in this place. But I was the one who was supposed to become Luna. The family dinner before the bonding ceremony had been arranged at my uncle’s house. Wasn’t it perfectly normal for me to be here tonight? Oh. He was probably used to it by now. Whether I was there or not did not matter. As long as Celeste was there, that was enough. Celeste smiled and looped her arm through mine. “Elowen, perfect, you’re here too. Ronan said he was coming to see Uncle Alden, and I had nothing to do, so I came along.” I said nothing. Celeste did not like Silvercove and rarely came back to the seaside town where we had grown up. Now, so close to the bonding ceremony, she had come back. I was genuinely surprised. Whether it was for me, her sister, or for something else, no longer mattered. In the living room, Uncle Alden exchanged a few polite words with Ronan. Celeste sat beside Ronan, pouring his coffee and answering questions for him, as if she were his future mate. I was like an unnecessary piece of furniture. I sat there, and no one looked at me twice. I lowered my head and glanced at my phone. He had sent me a message. I’ve been busy with Pack matters and the bonding ceremony these past two days, so I neglected you. But why didn’t you tell me you went back to Silvercove? Neglected me? The tone sounded more like he thought I was being inconsiderate, running off alone without sense. He was always active in the group chat, laughing and talking with everyone. He would reply to Celeste between Elders’ meetings, but he rarely asked me privately, Have you eaten? What are you doing? Are you happy? So he did not know I had gone to Blackridge headquarters. He did not know I had returned to Silvercove. He did not know, because he had never asked. My fingers moved. I replied with two words. You’re busy. After all, what kept him busy no longer had anything to do with me. ... After the family dinner, Alden stood to see the guests off and reminded Ronan, “You two shouldn’t see each other for the next few days before the bonding ceremony. Leave a little anticipation for each other.” Ronan nodded. When he looked at me, a trace of tenderness passed through his eyes. Alden turned to me. “Elowen, go back with them. Stay in the bridal suite we reserved near Blackridge territory before the ceremony, so you don’t have to keep driving back and forth. After the bonding, come back for the family dinner.” I wanted to say no, but when I saw the hope in his eyes, I swallowed the words. I went back first to get my suitcase and make sure I had not left anything behind. But by the time I stepped out of the yard, Ronan’s car was already gone. I stood at the doorway for two seconds. Then I looked down at my phone. Ronan had sent a message. Celeste was in a hurry to check the ceremony setup and patrol arrangements, so I took her there first. I forgot you were still here for a moment. Drive back on your own. Forgot? Ronan, how many times had you forgotten me already? I drove away. I did not return to Boston. I went somewhere very, very far away. The bonding was set for the following Monday. Blackridge Pack had invited nearly every influential pack representative on the East Coast. The sacred clearing behind the Pack House was guarded more tightly than any full-moon council meeting. Ronan glanced at the navigation and turned to Celeste. “The hotel address for picking up Elowen is correct, right?” “Yes. I compared them one by one. This hotel is upscale and close to Blackridge territory. Picking her up here is much more convenient than going to her apartment.” Ronan nodded. “You’re always so thorough. Unlike Elowen. Uncle only told us not to see each other for a few days before the bonding ceremony to leave some anticipation, but she won’t even answer my messages.” The Beta sitting in the front seat glanced at him through the rearview mirror, then silently looked away. Ronan opened the door of the black SUV. Celeste naturally sat in the front passenger seat. “Let’s go. Elowen will start rushing us soon.” Kieran’s voice came from outside the car. “Celeste, that seat is for the bride. Ride with me.” “No.” Celeste turned back and made a face at him. “Ronan drives the smoothest. I won’t get carsick.” Ronan shook his head with a smile. “You’re impossible.” The escort vehicles turned into the hotel entrance. The warriors responsible for ceremony patrol immediately stepped aside. Ronan walked ahead, surrounded by his people, looking pleased and certain. Celeste followed at his side, while two pack guards stayed half a step behind. Kieran lifted his camera and instinctively took several shots of their backs. The hotel receptionist politely stopped them. “Hello. May I ask who you are here for?” “I’m the Alpha of Blackridge Pack. Today is our bonding ceremony, and I’m here to pick up my Luna.” Ronan gave the room number. “302. Her name is Elowen Ashborne.” The receptionist checked the records, then looked up. “I’m sorry. The room was reserved, but Miss Ashborne never checked in.” The smile on Ronan’s face froze.

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On the day I tried on my bonding gown, my sister Celeste said she wanted to help me decide.When I stepped out of the fitting room, Celeste was adjusting the silver-patterned collar pin for Ronan Blackridge, the Alpha no wolf in Blackridge Pack dared defy—the man I was supposed to bond with. I had just opened my mouth to say, “Let me,” when the stylist smiled and stepped toward Celeste.“This way, future Luna. Let’s try your styling over here.” I stopped short. Ronan did not correct her. Celeste only smiled shyly and leaned into him. My childhood sweetheart, Kieran, walked past me, lifted his camera, and started taking pictures of them. I stood there, stunned, like an outsider. Most of Kieran’s shots were of Celeste and Ronan. There wasn’t a single frame of me, the woman who was actually supposed to stand beside him under the full moon. Celeste sounded so natural, as if she were the one about to become Luna. “Elowen, bring me that bouquet.” When Ronan saw that I was silent, he came over and gently took the flowers from my hands. Those golden eyes of his, eyes that had once silenced rebellious wolves in the Elders’ Hall, were unusually soft now. “Elowen, why are you spacing out? Go pick the invitation design first. I’ll come over after we finish the photos.” Kieran lowered the camera just enough to show one eye from behind the lens. “Elowen, move two steps to the side. You’re blocking the light.” I moved away without a word and stood in the corner. In that moment, I finally understood how unnecessary I was. If this ceremony didn’t need me, then I wouldn’t be there. ... I quietly picked up my bag from the shoe bench and pushed the door open. The wind chime rang once. No one called after me. I looked back. Celeste was turning in front of the mirror, and Ronan stood behind her, fixing the bow at her waist. Kieran held up his camera. “Yes, yes, that angle. Perfect.” The shutter clicked five or six times in a row. I turned around and walked out of the store. When I got into the car, my phone screen lit up. It was a message from the bonding ceremony planner. Miss Ashborne, the ceremony is coming up soon. Have you chosen the invitation design? Before I could reply, another message came in. Or you could let your sister choose for you. She has excellent taste. The car was silent. So quiet that I could hear myself breathing. One breath after another, as if I were counting something. What was I counting? The number of times I had been forgotten in this relationship? I typed three words and sent them. Whatever she wants. And I meant it. Whatever Celeste wanted. In the end, Ronan would listen to her anyway. The planner replied almost instantly. Got it. Thank you. I stared at those words and thought the planner must have been relieved. The bride’s decisions were always being changed. They were probably tired of revising the plans over and over, too. It was easier to let my sister decide for me. Before I could put my phone down, messages kept popping up. Kieran was uploading photos to the group chat one after another. I opened one of them. His composition was beautiful. Light fell across their faces. Ronan wore a black ceremonial suit with the silver wolf emblem of Blackridge Pack pinned to his shoulder, while my sister Celeste leaned against him as if they were the lovers about to bond beneath the full moon. I closed my eyes. My heart hurt so much I could barely breathe. I had tried so hard. I had poured so much care into this ceremony, trying to make every detail perfect. I wanted a perfect ceremony. I wanted to prove that I was worth being remembered by the man I loved. But in the end, I was still outside the frame. My phone lit up and went dark, then lit up again. Messages kept coming into the group chat. I didn’t reply. No one cared. I sent my assigned pack escort back, then drove alone to the apartment I rented. On the refrigerator was a sticky note I had written myself. Seven days until the bonding ceremony. I peeled it off, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash. Chapter 2 The next morning, I opened my phone. There were 99+ messages in the bonding ceremony group chat. I looked at the only voice message where Celeste had tagged me and hesitated for a moment before tapping it open. “Elowen, I changed the ceremony song for you. The one you picked was too depressing. A bonding ceremony should feel lighter.” Right after that came Ronan’s text. Yeah, the original one wasn’t right. I think Celeste’s lighter choice is better. The original one was not right? I had spent an entire month choosing that song. It was the song my parents had played at their wedding. Every time I heard it, my eyes would sting. My parents had died too young, and I had wanted them to be present in another way. Ronan knew that. Celeste knew that, too. And still, they thought it was too depressing. In the group chat, Celeste was still saying, “Elowen never likes making decisions. We can just decide these things for her.” Ronan replied with one word. Okay. I stared at that word and did not move. Messages flowed past one after another like running water. No one noticed that Elowen was in the group. No one noticed that Elowen had said nothing. My participation in this bonding ceremony was zero. I opened my chat with Ronan. Our conversation was still stuck on yesterday. I had told him, I’m a little nervous. He had sent back a head-patting sticker. As for the fact that I had left early, he had not even messaged me privately to ask what happened. He had only tagged me in the group chat last night. What happened? Were you so nervous you left early? No one answered. That didn’t matter either. Celeste posted a photo with the caption: Elowen, the styling shoot went so well today. The Luna gown is confirmed! And just like that, everything was brushed aside. Then they moved on to talking about laurel decorations, bonding invitations, and the ceremony backdrop. Suddenly, I felt that my place was not even extra. Extra meant I had at least existed once. I felt as if I had never been there at all. While I was packing my things, Celeste suddenly video-called me. I answered. On the screen, someone was doing her makeup. “Elowen, you’re taking forever. The styling team still hasn’t been confirmed, so I booked one myself. I’m testing the look first.” I looked at Celeste sitting in front of the mirror. I wanted to say something, but I did not know what to say. Two weeks ago, I had told her that my friend would personally do my bonding makeup. But it was as if she could not hear my thoughts at all. She simply decided everything for me. Had I never questioned her? Had I never been unhappy? Had I never stood up for myself? I had. But in the end, I was always given the same sentence. “Elowen, you’ve always been more mature than she is. Don’t argue with her over this.” Kieran had known me the longest, yet he always stood on her side. Then Ronan appeared and pursued me fiercely. That Alpha, known among wolves for being calm, powerful, and impossible to defy, would personally drive me home late at night and say I was adorably dazed. I thought he liked that quiet part of me. But after he met Celeste, his taste seemed to change. Without me realizing it, his words changed, too. He began saying that girls should be lively and decisive. One day, I could not hold it in anymore. “Can you stop being so close to Celeste all the time? Can you pay attention to boundaries?” I thought he would understand. Instead, he took it lightly, smiling as he rubbed my hair. “Boundaries? After you and I complete our bond, Celeste will also be under Blackridge Pack’s protection. Do you want me to treat her like a rogue at our borders?” I fell silent. Of course I did not want them to be enemies. “You’re more mature than she is. You should be more understanding.” That sentence had weighed on me for so many years that, for the first time, I felt like I could barely breathe. They had forgotten that I was only two years older than she was. I wanted a gift, too. I wanted someone to ask me, Do you like this? But no one ever cared. Chapter 3 I called my landlord and told him I was moving out today. On the other end, he asked, “You’re really leaving? You’ve lived there for more than four years.” Yes. Four years already. When Ronan and I first confirmed our relationship, he wanted me to move into Blackridge Pack’s Alpha residence with him. The main house was heavily guarded, home to his most trusted Beta, Gamma, and core warriors. Celeste said I should keep some private space for myself and suggested that I live alone. So I rented an apartment near Blackridge’s downtown offices, hoping I would see him more often. Ronan agreed. Sometimes, after he finished dealing with Pack matters, he would come here late at night and stay until morning. This place was filled with the sweetness of our early love, then with our arguments, our silences, and the sight of his back as he hurried away. But now, I had gathered enough disappointment. I had made up my mind to leave. “Yes,” I said. “I’m moving today.” The landlord sighed and told me to leave the keys in the mailbox. Not long after I hung up, the door was pushed open from outside. Ronan and Celeste walked in, laughing and talking. Celeste turned back and smiled at him. “You promised. After my lease ends, I can stay in your Alpha residence for a few weeks after the bonding. Save me the room in Moonshadow East Wing, the one with the bay window. And change the curtains to the pink I like.” I stood in the middle of the living room, wondering if I had heard her wrong. She said it so naturally, as if how long she would stay and how our home after the bonding would be decorated were both things she had the right to decide. Ronan did not object. His smile was indulgent. “Elowen won’t mind.” “Elowen always takes care of me. Of course she won’t mind.” I stood there, and something in my throat seemed to loosen. “What if I say I do mind?” The air went quiet for two seconds. Celeste froze. Perhaps it was the first time I had ever refused her. Before she even spoke, her eyes were already red. Ronan’s voice carried a note of reproach. “Elowen, what’s wrong with you? Usually you can’t wait to give her everything. Now you’re arguing over a single room?” “I’m not arguing,” I said. “Then what do you mean?” He frowned. “Celeste’s lease happens to be ending. She’ll only stay for a few weeks. She’s your sister, not some outsider we need to guard against. The Alpha residence is so big. What’s wrong with letting one more person stay for a while?” “That is supposed to be our home after the bonding,” I said. “The home meant for Blackridge Pack’s Luna. Who exactly is bonding with you?” Ronan choked on that. Celeste said softly, her eyes red, “Elowen, I just wanted to be closer to you. If you don’t want me there, forget it. I won’t move in.” Ronan looked at me with blame in his eyes. “Look at you. One sentence and you’ve hurt her this much. She’s your sister. Can’t you think about her?” “Then who thinks about me?” I lifted my head. “You personally arranged for her to enter Blackridge Pack’s External Affairs Office. You approved resources for her far beyond what others at her level receive. She hardly has to worry about anything. And me? I only have—” “Enough!” Ronan’s expression changed. “Be reasonable. She’s your sister. I only took special care of her because of you. Do you really have to be so petty?” Petty. That word again. I smiled and said nothing. Celeste tugged at his sleeve and whispered, “Ronan, stop. Elowen is probably just in a bad mood.” He patted her hand, and his tone softened. “Elowen, I’ve already decided. Celeste moving in is a good thing. You two sisters can stay close even after the bonding.” I nodded. Whatever. It was your home anyway. I would not be living there. Ronan let out a breath of relief. Celeste wiped the corner of her eye, though no tears had fallen, and smiled again. I turned to continue packing. Behind me came Celeste’s voice. “Can I really change the curtains to light pink?” Ronan’s voice was full of amusement. “Whatever you like.” Chapter 4 That afternoon, I went to Blackridge Pack’s Affairs Hall. The air inside carried the scent of cedar, leather, and the faint wolfish edge drifting up from the training grounds. I placed the access token to the Alpha residence, the key to his private Alpha study, and several Pack alliance documents he had once asked me to organize into a bag, then asked the receptionist to pass it on. When the receptionist at the Affairs Hall saw me, she immediately straightened. “Miss Ashborne, you’re here? I’ll notify Alpha Ronan.” “No need.” I set the bag on the front desk. “Just give this to him for me.” With that, I turned and left. When I reached the staircase with its dark carpet, I accidentally heard Ronan’s voice. His tone, warm and patient, drifted through the wall. “You want me to go with you on Saturday to get your nails done?” Celeste answered in a coaxing voice. “Yes. Can you?” My fingers stiffened. A second later, his voice came from behind the half-closed door, carrying a smile. “Of course. You want to look beautiful at the bonding ceremony. I’ll go with you. I’ll explain to Elowen.” I gave a bitter smile. I had already decided to let go. What was I still expecting? Before the bonding, Ronan and I had agreed to finally do the one thing we had never managed to do while we were in love—watch a sunrise together. But from winter to spring, all the way until the ceremony was almost here, he kept putting it off, saying he was busy and that we would go next time. At last, we had set it for this Saturday. Now he was putting it off again. But this time, I no longer cared. I pushed open the glass doors and drove straight back to Silvercove, the seaside town in Maine where I grew up. The next day, I was cleaning the old house my parents had left behind. Aunt Maren and Uncle Alden lived nearby, and Maren came over early. She held my hand and patted it gently. “Elowen, all these years, you were always the one asked to be mature, the one asked to give way. You’ve suffered too much.” Maren sighed, as if she had thought about this for a long time before finally saying it. “Celeste may have been adopted by your parents, but you’ve treated her like your own sister all these years. You’ve given her everything, and that child has never known when to stop.” She wiped the corner of her eye. “Now you’re both grown. You’re about to start your own family and your own life. Don’t keep putting her first like you used to.” I smiled and did not answer. She was right. I would no longer put anyone first. Not even Ronan. After a while, I said, “Aunt, you and Uncle should move in here. A house falls apart if no one lives in it.” Maren froze. “What do you mean no one lives in it?” “I know you and Ronan will live in the Alpha residence after the bonding, but you’ll still need somewhere to stay when you come back to visit us.” I said yes, but I still insisted that she move in. Maren thought I was only being polite and refused a few times. I did not explain. I only thought that after I left, I did not know how many years it would be before I came back. That evening, Ronan arrived as promised for the family dinner before the bonding ceremony. Several pack warriors stood guard outside the yard, while Celeste stood beside him like the woman he was about to bond with and walked into the living room at his side. When they saw me, both of them clearly froze. “Elowen, why are you here?” His tone made it sound as if I should not have been in this place. But I was the one who was supposed to become Luna. The family dinner before the bonding ceremony had been arranged at my uncle’s house. Wasn’t it perfectly normal for me to be here tonight? Oh. He was probably used to it by now. Whether I was there or not did not matter. As long as Celeste was there, that was enough. Celeste smiled and looped her arm through mine. “Elowen, perfect, you’re here too. Ronan said he was coming to see Uncle Alden, and I had nothing to do, so I came along.” I said nothing. Celeste did not like Silvercove and rarely came back to the seaside town where we had grown up. Now, so close to the bonding ceremony, she had come back. I was genuinely surprised. Whether it was for me, her sister, or for something else, no longer mattered. In the living room, Uncle Alden exchanged a few polite words with Ronan. Celeste sat beside Ronan, pouring his coffee and answering questions for him, as if she were his future mate. I was like an unnecessary piece of furniture. I sat there, and no one looked at me twice. I lowered my head and glanced at my phone. He had sent me a message. I’ve been busy with Pack matters and the bonding ceremony these past two days, so I neglected you. But why didn’t you tell me you went back to Silvercove? Neglected me? The tone sounded more like he thought I was being inconsiderate, running off alone without sense. He was always active in the group chat, laughing and talking with everyone. He would reply to Celeste between Elders’ meetings, but he rarely asked me privately, Have you eaten? What are you doing? Are you happy? So he did not know I had gone to Blackridge headquarters. He did not know I had returned to Silvercove. He did not know, because he had never asked. My fingers moved. I replied with two words. You’re busy. After all, what kept him busy no longer had anything to do with me. ... After the family dinner, Alden stood to see the guests off and reminded Ronan, “You two shouldn’t see each other for the next few days before the bonding ceremony. Leave a little anticipation for each other.” Ronan nodded. When he looked at me, a trace of tenderness passed through his eyes. Alden turned to me. “Elowen, go back with them. Stay in the bridal suite we reserved near Blackridge territory before the ceremony, so you don’t have to keep driving back and forth. After the bonding, come back for the family dinner.” I wanted to say no, but when I saw the hope in his eyes, I swallowed the words. I went back first to get my suitcase and make sure I had not left anything behind. But by the time I stepped out of the yard, Ronan’s car was already gone. I stood at the doorway for two seconds. Then I looked down at my phone. Ronan had sent a message. Celeste was in a hurry to check the ceremony setup and patrol arrangements, so I took her there first. I forgot you were still here for a moment. Drive back on your own. Forgot? Ronan, how many times had you forgotten me already? I drove away. I did not return to Boston. I went somewhere very, very far away. The bonding was set for the following Monday. Blackridge Pack had invited nearly every influential pack representative on the East Coast. The sacred clearing behind the Pack House was guarded more tightly than any full-moon council meeting. Ronan glanced at the navigation and turned to Celeste. “The hotel address for picking up Elowen is correct, right?” “Yes. I compared them one by one. This hotel is upscale and close to Blackridge territory. Picking her up here is much more convenient than going to her apartment.” Ronan nodded. “You’re always so thorough. Unlike Elowen. Uncle only told us not to see each other for a few days before the bonding ceremony to leave some anticipation, but she won’t even answer my messages.” The Beta sitting in the front seat glanced at him through the rearview mirror, then silently looked away. Ronan opened the door of the black SUV. Celeste naturally sat in the front passenger seat. “Let’s go. Elowen will start rushing us soon.” Kieran’s voice came from outside the car. “Celeste, that seat is for the bride. Ride with me.” “No.” Celeste turned back and made a face at him. “Ronan drives the smoothest. I won’t get carsick.” Ronan shook his head with a smile. “You’re impossible.” The escort vehicles turned into the hotel entrance. The warriors responsible for ceremony patrol immediately stepped aside. Ronan walked ahead, surrounded by his people, looking pleased and certain. Celeste followed at his side, while two pack guards stayed half a step behind. Kieran lifted his camera and instinctively took several shots of their backs. The hotel receptionist politely stopped them. “Hello. May I ask who you are here for?” “I’m the Alpha of Blackridge Pack. Today is our bonding ceremony, and I’m here to pick up my Luna.” Ronan gave the room number. “302. Her name is Elowen Ashborne.” The receptionist checked the records, then looked up. “I’m sorry. The room was reserved, but Miss Ashborne never checked in.” The smile on Ronan’s face froze.

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On the day I tried on my bonding gown, my sister Celeste said she wanted to help me decide.When I stepped out of the fitting room, Celeste was adjusting the silver-patterned collar pin for Ronan Blackridge, the Alpha no wolf in Blackridge Pack dared defy—the man I was supposed to bond with. I had just opened my mouth to say, “Let me,” when the stylist smiled and stepped toward Celeste.“This way, future Luna. Let’s try your styling over here.” I stopped short. Ronan did not correct her. Celeste only smiled shyly and leaned into him. My childhood sweetheart, Kieran, walked past me, lifted his camera, and started taking pictures of them. I stood there, stunned, like an outsider. Most of Kieran’s shots were of Celeste and Ronan. There wasn’t a single frame of me, the woman who was actually supposed to stand beside him under the full moon. Celeste sounded so natural, as if she were the one about to become Luna. “Elowen, bring me that bouquet.” When Ronan saw that I was silent, he came over and gently took the flowers from my hands. Those golden eyes of his, eyes that had once silenced rebellious wolves in the Elders’ Hall, were unusually soft now. “Elowen, why are you spacing out? Go pick the invitation design first. I’ll come over after we finish the photos.” Kieran lowered the camera just enough to show one eye from behind the lens. “Elowen, move two steps to the side. You’re blocking the light.” I moved away without a word and stood in the corner. In that moment, I finally understood how unnecessary I was. If this ceremony didn’t need me, then I wouldn’t be there. ... I quietly picked up my bag from the shoe bench and pushed the door open. The wind chime rang once. No one called after me. I looked back. Celeste was turning in front of the mirror, and Ronan stood behind her, fixing the bow at her waist. Kieran held up his camera. “Yes, yes, that angle. Perfect.” The shutter clicked five or six times in a row. I turned around and walked out of the store. When I got into the car, my phone screen lit up. It was a message from the bonding ceremony planner. Miss Ashborne, the ceremony is coming up soon. Have you chosen the invitation design? Before I could reply, another message came in. Or you could let your sister choose for you. She has excellent taste. The car was silent. So quiet that I could hear myself breathing. One breath after another, as if I were counting something. What was I counting? The number of times I had been forgotten in this relationship? I typed three words and sent them. Whatever she wants. And I meant it. Whatever Celeste wanted. In the end, Ronan would listen to her anyway. The planner replied almost instantly. Got it. Thank you. I stared at those words and thought the planner must have been relieved. The bride’s decisions were always being changed. They were probably tired of revising the plans over and over, too. It was easier to let my sister decide for me. Before I could put my phone down, messages kept popping up. Kieran was uploading photos to the group chat one after another. I opened one of them. His composition was beautiful. Light fell across their faces. Ronan wore a black ceremonial suit with the silver wolf emblem of Blackridge Pack pinned to his shoulder, while my sister Celeste leaned against him as if they were the lovers about to bond beneath the full moon. I closed my eyes. My heart hurt so much I could barely breathe. I had tried so hard. I had poured so much care into this ceremony, trying to make every detail perfect. I wanted a perfect ceremony. I wanted to prove that I was worth being remembered by the man I loved. But in the end, I was still outside the frame. My phone lit up and went dark, then lit up again. Messages kept coming into the group chat. I didn’t reply. No one cared. I sent my assigned pack escort back, then drove alone to the apartment I rented. On the refrigerator was a sticky note I had written myself. Seven days until the bonding ceremony. I peeled it off, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash. Chapter 2 The next morning, I opened my phone. There were 99+ messages in the bonding ceremony group chat. I looked at the only voice message where Celeste had tagged me and hesitated for a moment before tapping it open. “Elowen, I changed the ceremony song for you. The one you picked was too depressing. A bonding ceremony should feel lighter.” Right after that came Ronan’s text. Yeah, the original one wasn’t right. I think Celeste’s lighter choice is better. The original one was not right? I had spent an entire month choosing that song. It was the song my parents had played at their wedding. Every time I heard it, my eyes would sting. My parents had died too young, and I had wanted them to be present in another way. Ronan knew that. Celeste knew that, too. And still, they thought it was too depressing. In the group chat, Celeste was still saying, “Elowen never likes making decisions. We can just decide these things for her.” Ronan replied with one word. Okay. I stared at that word and did not move. Messages flowed past one after another like running water. No one noticed that Elowen was in the group. No one noticed that Elowen had said nothing. My participation in this bonding ceremony was zero. I opened my chat with Ronan. Our conversation was still stuck on yesterday. I had told him, I’m a little nervous. He had sent back a head-patting sticker. As for the fact that I had left early, he had not even messaged me privately to ask what happened. He had only tagged me in the group chat last night. What happened? Were you so nervous you left early? No one answered. That didn’t matter either. Celeste posted a photo with the caption: Elowen, the styling shoot went so well today. The Luna gown is confirmed! And just like that, everything was brushed aside. Then they moved on to talking about laurel decorations, bonding invitations, and the ceremony backdrop. Suddenly, I felt that my place was not even extra. Extra meant I had at least existed once. I felt as if I had never been there at all. While I was packing my things, Celeste suddenly video-called me. I answered. On the screen, someone was doing her makeup. “Elowen, you’re taking forever. The styling team still hasn’t been confirmed, so I booked one myself. I’m testing the look first.” I looked at Celeste sitting in front of the mirror. I wanted to say something, but I did not know what to say. Two weeks ago, I had told her that my friend would personally do my bonding makeup. But it was as if she could not hear my thoughts at all. She simply decided everything for me. Had I never questioned her? Had I never been unhappy? Had I never stood up for myself? I had. But in the end, I was always given the same sentence. “Elowen, you’ve always been more mature than she is. Don’t argue with her over this.” Kieran had known me the longest, yet he always stood on her side. Then Ronan appeared and pursued me fiercely. That Alpha, known among wolves for being calm, powerful, and impossible to defy, would personally drive me home late at night and say I was adorably dazed. I thought he liked that quiet part of me. But after he met Celeste, his taste seemed to change. Without me realizing it, his words changed, too. He began saying that girls should be lively and decisive. One day, I could not hold it in anymore. “Can you stop being so close to Celeste all the time? Can you pay attention to boundaries?” I thought he would understand. Instead, he took it lightly, smiling as he rubbed my hair. “Boundaries? After you and I complete our bond, Celeste will also be under Blackridge Pack’s protection. Do you want me to treat her like a rogue at our borders?” I fell silent. Of course I did not want them to be enemies. “You’re more mature than she is. You should be more understanding.” That sentence had weighed on me for so many years that, for the first time, I felt like I could barely breathe. They had forgotten that I was only two years older than she was. I wanted a gift, too. I wanted someone to ask me, Do you like this? But no one ever cared. Chapter 3 I called my landlord and told him I was moving out today. On the other end, he asked, “You’re really leaving? You’ve lived there for more than four years.” Yes. Four years already. When Ronan and I first confirmed our relationship, he wanted me to move into Blackridge Pack’s Alpha residence with him. The main house was heavily guarded, home to his most trusted Beta, Gamma, and core warriors. Celeste said I should keep some private space for myself and suggested that I live alone. So I rented an apartment near Blackridge’s downtown offices, hoping I would see him more often. Ronan agreed. Sometimes, after he finished dealing with Pack matters, he would come here late at night and stay until morning. This place was filled with the sweetness of our early love, then with our arguments, our silences, and the sight of his back as he hurried away. But now, I had gathered enough disappointment. I had made up my mind to leave. “Yes,” I said. “I’m moving today.” The landlord sighed and told me to leave the keys in the mailbox. Not long after I hung up, the door was pushed open from outside. Ronan and Celeste walked in, laughing and talking. Celeste turned back and smiled at him. “You promised. After my lease ends, I can stay in your Alpha residence for a few weeks after the bonding. Save me the room in Moonshadow East Wing, the one with the bay window. And change the curtains to the pink I like.” I stood in the middle of the living room, wondering if I had heard her wrong. She said it so naturally, as if how long she would stay and how our home after the bonding would be decorated were both things she had the right to decide. Ronan did not object. His smile was indulgent. “Elowen won’t mind.” “Elowen always takes care of me. Of course she won’t mind.” I stood there, and something in my throat seemed to loosen. “What if I say I do mind?” The air went quiet for two seconds. Celeste froze. Perhaps it was the first time I had ever refused her. Before she even spoke, her eyes were already red. Ronan’s voice carried a note of reproach. “Elowen, what’s wrong with you? Usually you can’t wait to give her everything. Now you’re arguing over a single room?” “I’m not arguing,” I said. “Then what do you mean?” He frowned. “Celeste’s lease happens to be ending. She’ll only stay for a few weeks. She’s your sister, not some outsider we need to guard against. The Alpha residence is so big. What’s wrong with letting one more person stay for a while?” “That is supposed to be our home after the bonding,” I said. “The home meant for Blackridge Pack’s Luna. Who exactly is bonding with you?” Ronan choked on that. Celeste said softly, her eyes red, “Elowen, I just wanted to be closer to you. If you don’t want me there, forget it. I won’t move in.” Ronan looked at me with blame in his eyes. “Look at you. One sentence and you’ve hurt her this much. She’s your sister. Can’t you think about her?” “Then who thinks about me?” I lifted my head. “You personally arranged for her to enter Blackridge Pack’s External Affairs Office. You approved resources for her far beyond what others at her level receive. She hardly has to worry about anything. And me? I only have—” “Enough!” Ronan’s expression changed. “Be reasonable. She’s your sister. I only took special care of her because of you. Do you really have to be so petty?” Petty. That word again. I smiled and said nothing. Celeste tugged at his sleeve and whispered, “Ronan, stop. Elowen is probably just in a bad mood.” He patted her hand, and his tone softened. “Elowen, I’ve already decided. Celeste moving in is a good thing. You two sisters can stay close even after the bonding.” I nodded. Whatever. It was your home anyway. I would not be living there. Ronan let out a breath of relief. Celeste wiped the corner of her eye, though no tears had fallen, and smiled again. I turned to continue packing. Behind me came Celeste’s voice. “Can I really change the curtains to light pink?” Ronan’s voice was full of amusement. “Whatever you like.” Chapter 4 That afternoon, I went to Blackridge Pack’s Affairs Hall. The air inside carried the scent of cedar, leather, and the faint wolfish edge drifting up from the training grounds. I placed the access token to the Alpha residence, the key to his private Alpha study, and several Pack alliance documents he had once asked me to organize into a bag, then asked the receptionist to pass it on. When the receptionist at the Affairs Hall saw me, she immediately straightened. “Miss Ashborne, you’re here? I’ll notify Alpha Ronan.” “No need.” I set the bag on the front desk. “Just give this to him for me.” With that, I turned and left. When I reached the staircase with its dark carpet, I accidentally heard Ronan’s voice. His tone, warm and patient, drifted through the wall. “You want me to go with you on Saturday to get your nails done?” Celeste answered in a coaxing voice. “Yes. Can you?” My fingers stiffened. A second later, his voice came from behind the half-closed door, carrying a smile. “Of course. You want to look beautiful at the bonding ceremony. I’ll go with you. I’ll explain to Elowen.” I gave a bitter smile. I had already decided to let go. What was I still expecting? Before the bonding, Ronan and I had agreed to finally do the one thing we had never managed to do while we were in love—watch a sunrise together. But from winter to spring, all the way until the ceremony was almost here, he kept putting it off, saying he was busy and that we would go next time. At last, we had set it for this Saturday. Now he was putting it off again. But this time, I no longer cared. I pushed open the glass doors and drove straight back to Silvercove, the seaside town in Maine where I grew up. The next day, I was cleaning the old house my parents had left behind. Aunt Maren and Uncle Alden lived nearby, and Maren came over early. She held my hand and patted it gently. “Elowen, all these years, you were always the one asked to be mature, the one asked to give way. You’ve suffered too much.” Maren sighed, as if she had thought about this for a long time before finally saying it. “Celeste may have been adopted by your parents, but you’ve treated her like your own sister all these years. You’ve given her everything, and that child has never known when to stop.” She wiped the corner of her eye. “Now you’re both grown. You’re about to start your own family and your own life. Don’t keep putting her first like you used to.” I smiled and did not answer. She was right. I would no longer put anyone first. Not even Ronan. After a while, I said, “Aunt, you and Uncle should move in here. A house falls apart if no one lives in it.” Maren froze. “What do you mean no one lives in it?” “I know you and Ronan will live in the Alpha residence after the bonding, but you’ll still need somewhere to stay when you come back to visit us.” I said yes, but I still insisted that she move in. Maren thought I was only being polite and refused a few times. I did not explain. I only thought that after I left, I did not know how many years it would be before I came back. That evening, Ronan arrived as promised for the family dinner before the bonding ceremony. Several pack warriors stood guard outside the yard, while Celeste stood beside him like the woman he was about to bond with and walked into the living room at his side. When they saw me, both of them clearly froze. “Elowen, why are you here?” His tone made it sound as if I should not have been in this place. But I was the one who was supposed to become Luna. The family dinner before the bonding ceremony had been arranged at my uncle’s house. Wasn’t it perfectly normal for me to be here tonight? Oh. He was probably used to it by now. Whether I was there or not did not matter. As long as Celeste was there, that was enough. Celeste smiled and looped her arm through mine. “Elowen, perfect, you’re here too. Ronan said he was coming to see Uncle Alden, and I had nothing to do, so I came along.” I said nothing. Celeste did not like Silvercove and rarely came back to the seaside town where we had grown up. Now, so close to the bonding ceremony, she had come back. I was genuinely surprised. Whether it was for me, her sister, or for something else, no longer mattered. In the living room, Uncle Alden exchanged a few polite words with Ronan. Celeste sat beside Ronan, pouring his coffee and answering questions for him, as if she were his future mate. I was like an unnecessary piece of furniture. I sat there, and no one looked at me twice. I lowered my head and glanced at my phone. He had sent me a message. I’ve been busy with Pack matters and the bonding ceremony these past two days, so I neglected you. But why didn’t you tell me you went back to Silvercove? Neglected me? The tone sounded more like he thought I was being inconsiderate, running off alone without sense. He was always active in the group chat, laughing and talking with everyone. He would reply to Celeste between Elders’ meetings, but he rarely asked me privately, Have you eaten? What are you doing? Are you happy? So he did not know I had gone to Blackridge headquarters. He did not know I had returned to Silvercove. He did not know, because he had never asked. My fingers moved. I replied with two words. You’re busy. After all, what kept him busy no longer had anything to do with me. ... After the family dinner, Alden stood to see the guests off and reminded Ronan, “You two shouldn’t see each other for the next few days before the bonding ceremony. Leave a little anticipation for each other.” Ronan nodded. When he looked at me, a trace of tenderness passed through his eyes. Alden turned to me. “Elowen, go back with them. Stay in the bridal suite we reserved near Blackridge territory before the ceremony, so you don’t have to keep driving back and forth. After the bonding, come back for the family dinner.” I wanted to say no, but when I saw the hope in his eyes, I swallowed the words. I went back first to get my suitcase and make sure I had not left anything behind. But by the time I stepped out of the yard, Ronan’s car was already gone. I stood at the doorway for two seconds. Then I looked down at my phone. Ronan had sent a message. Celeste was in a hurry to check the ceremony setup and patrol arrangements, so I took her there first. I forgot you were still here for a moment. Drive back on your own. Forgot? Ronan, how many times had you forgotten me already? I drove away. I did not return to Boston. I went somewhere very, very far away. The bonding was set for the following Monday. Blackridge Pack had invited nearly every influential pack representative on the East Coast. The sacred clearing behind the Pack House was guarded more tightly than any full-moon council meeting. Ronan glanced at the navigation and turned to Celeste. “The hotel address for picking up Elowen is correct, right?” “Yes. I compared them one by one. This hotel is upscale and close to Blackridge territory. Picking her up here is much more convenient than going to her apartment.” Ronan nodded. “You’re always so thorough. Unlike Elowen. Uncle only told us not to see each other for a few days before the bonding ceremony to leave some anticipation, but she won’t even answer my messages.” The Beta sitting in the front seat glanced at him through the rearview mirror, then silently looked away. Ronan opened the door of the black SUV. Celeste naturally sat in the front passenger seat. “Let’s go. Elowen will start rushing us soon.” Kieran’s voice came from outside the car. “Celeste, that seat is for the bride. Ride with me.” “No.” Celeste turned back and made a face at him. “Ronan drives the smoothest. I won’t get carsick.” Ronan shook his head with a smile. “You’re impossible.” The escort vehicles turned into the hotel entrance. The warriors responsible for ceremony patrol immediately stepped aside. Ronan walked ahead, surrounded by his people, looking pleased and certain. Celeste followed at his side, while two pack guards stayed half a step behind. Kieran lifted his camera and instinctively took several shots of their backs. The hotel receptionist politely stopped them. “Hello. May I ask who you are here for?” “I’m the Alpha of Blackridge Pack. Today is our bonding ceremony, and I’m here to pick up my Luna.” Ronan gave the room number. “302. Her name is Elowen Ashborne.” The receptionist checked the records, then looked up. “I’m sorry. The room was reserved, but Miss Ashborne never checked in.” The smile on Ronan’s face froze.

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On the day I tried on my bonding gown, my sister Celeste said she wanted to help me decide.When I stepped out of the fitting room, Celeste was adjusting the silver-patterned collar pin for Ronan Blackridge, the Alpha no wolf in Blackridge Pack dared defy—the man I was supposed to bond with. I had just opened my mouth to say, “Let me,” when the stylist smiled and stepped toward Celeste.“This way, future Luna. Let’s try your styling over here.” I stopped short. Ronan did not correct her. Celeste only smiled shyly and leaned into him. My childhood sweetheart, Kieran, walked past me, lifted his camera, and started taking pictures of them. I stood there, stunned, like an outsider. Most of Kieran’s shots were of Celeste and Ronan. There wasn’t a single frame of me, the woman who was actually supposed to stand beside him under the full moon. Celeste sounded so natural, as if she were the one about to become Luna. “Elowen, bring me that bouquet.” When Ronan saw that I was silent, he came over and gently took the flowers from my hands. Those golden eyes of his, eyes that had once silenced rebellious wolves in the Elders’ Hall, were unusually soft now. “Elowen, why are you spacing out? Go pick the invitation design first. I’ll come over after we finish the photos.” Kieran lowered the camera just enough to show one eye from behind the lens. “Elowen, move two steps to the side. You’re blocking the light.” I moved away without a word and stood in the corner. In that moment, I finally understood how unnecessary I was. If this ceremony didn’t need me, then I wouldn’t be there. ... I quietly picked up my bag from the shoe bench and pushed the door open. The wind chime rang once. No one called after me. I looked back. Celeste was turning in front of the mirror, and Ronan stood behind her, fixing the bow at her waist. Kieran held up his camera. “Yes, yes, that angle. Perfect.” The shutter clicked five or six times in a row. I turned around and walked out of the store. When I got into the car, my phone screen lit up. It was a message from the bonding ceremony planner. Miss Ashborne, the ceremony is coming up soon. Have you chosen the invitation design? Before I could reply, another message came in. Or you could let your sister choose for you. She has excellent taste. The car was silent. So quiet that I could hear myself breathing. One breath after another, as if I were counting something. What was I counting? The number of times I had been forgotten in this relationship? I typed three words and sent them. Whatever she wants. And I meant it. Whatever Celeste wanted. In the end, Ronan would listen to her anyway. The planner replied almost instantly. Got it. Thank you. I stared at those words and thought the planner must have been relieved. The bride’s decisions were always being changed. They were probably tired of revising the plans over and over, too. It was easier to let my sister decide for me. Before I could put my phone down, messages kept popping up. Kieran was uploading photos to the group chat one after another. I opened one of them. His composition was beautiful. Light fell across their faces. Ronan wore a black ceremonial suit with the silver wolf emblem of Blackridge Pack pinned to his shoulder, while my sister Celeste leaned against him as if they were the lovers about to bond beneath the full moon. I closed my eyes. My heart hurt so much I could barely breathe. I had tried so hard. I had poured so much care into this ceremony, trying to make every detail perfect. I wanted a perfect ceremony. I wanted to prove that I was worth being remembered by the man I loved. But in the end, I was still outside the frame. My phone lit up and went dark, then lit up again. Messages kept coming into the group chat. I didn’t reply. No one cared. I sent my assigned pack escort back, then drove alone to the apartment I rented. On the refrigerator was a sticky note I had written myself. Seven days until the bonding ceremony. I peeled it off, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash. Chapter 2 The next morning, I opened my phone. There were 99+ messages in the bonding ceremony group chat. I looked at the only voice message where Celeste had tagged me and hesitated for a moment before tapping it open. “Elowen, I changed the ceremony song for you. The one you picked was too depressing. A bonding ceremony should feel lighter.” Right after that came Ronan’s text. Yeah, the original one wasn’t right. I think Celeste’s lighter choice is better. The original one was not right? I had spent an entire month choosing that song. It was the song my parents had played at their wedding. Every time I heard it, my eyes would sting. My parents had died too young, and I had wanted them to be present in another way. Ronan knew that. Celeste knew that, too. And still, they thought it was too depressing. In the group chat, Celeste was still saying, “Elowen never likes making decisions. We can just decide these things for her.” Ronan replied with one word. Okay. I stared at that word and did not move. Messages flowed past one after another like running water. No one noticed that Elowen was in the group. No one noticed that Elowen had said nothing. My participation in this bonding ceremony was zero. I opened my chat with Ronan. Our conversation was still stuck on yesterday. I had told him, I’m a little nervous. He had sent back a head-patting sticker. As for the fact that I had left early, he had not even messaged me privately to ask what happened. He had only tagged me in the group chat last night. What happened? Were you so nervous you left early? No one answered. That didn’t matter either. Celeste posted a photo with the caption: Elowen, the styling shoot went so well today. The Luna gown is confirmed! And just like that, everything was brushed aside. Then they moved on to talking about laurel decorations, bonding invitations, and the ceremony backdrop. Suddenly, I felt that my place was not even extra. Extra meant I had at least existed once. I felt as if I had never been there at all. While I was packing my things, Celeste suddenly video-called me. I answered. On the screen, someone was doing her makeup. “Elowen, you’re taking forever. The styling team still hasn’t been confirmed, so I booked one myself. I’m testing the look first.” I looked at Celeste sitting in front of the mirror. I wanted to say something, but I did not know what to say. Two weeks ago, I had told her that my friend would personally do my bonding makeup. But it was as if she could not hear my thoughts at all. She simply decided everything for me. Had I never questioned her? Had I never been unhappy? Had I never stood up for myself? I had. But in the end, I was always given the same sentence. “Elowen, you’ve always been more mature than she is. Don’t argue with her over this.” Kieran had known me the longest, yet he always stood on her side. Then Ronan appeared and pursued me fiercely. That Alpha, known among wolves for being calm, powerful, and impossible to defy, would personally drive me home late at night and say I was adorably dazed. I thought he liked that quiet part of me. But after he met Celeste, his taste seemed to change. Without me realizing it, his words changed, too. He began saying that girls should be lively and decisive. One day, I could not hold it in anymore. “Can you stop being so close to Celeste all the time? Can you pay attention to boundaries?” I thought he would understand. Instead, he took it lightly, smiling as he rubbed my hair. “Boundaries? After you and I complete our bond, Celeste will also be under Blackridge Pack’s protection. Do you want me to treat her like a rogue at our borders?” I fell silent. Of course I did not want them to be enemies. “You’re more mature than she is. You should be more understanding.” That sentence had weighed on me for so many years that, for the first time, I felt like I could barely breathe. They had forgotten that I was only two years older than she was. I wanted a gift, too. I wanted someone to ask me, Do you like this? But no one ever cared. Chapter 3 I called my landlord and told him I was moving out today. On the other end, he asked, “You’re really leaving? You’ve lived there for more than four years.” Yes. Four years already. When Ronan and I first confirmed our relationship, he wanted me to move into Blackridge Pack’s Alpha residence with him. The main house was heavily guarded, home to his most trusted Beta, Gamma, and core warriors. Celeste said I should keep some private space for myself and suggested that I live alone. So I rented an apartment near Blackridge’s downtown offices, hoping I would see him more often. Ronan agreed. Sometimes, after he finished dealing with Pack matters, he would come here late at night and stay until morning. This place was filled with the sweetness of our early love, then with our arguments, our silences, and the sight of his back as he hurried away. But now, I had gathered enough disappointment. I had made up my mind to leave. “Yes,” I said. “I’m moving today.” The landlord sighed and told me to leave the keys in the mailbox. Not long after I hung up, the door was pushed open from outside. Ronan and Celeste walked in, laughing and talking. Celeste turned back and smiled at him. “You promised. After my lease ends, I can stay in your Alpha residence for a few weeks after the bonding. Save me the room in Moonshadow East Wing, the one with the bay window. And change the curtains to the pink I like.” I stood in the middle of the living room, wondering if I had heard her wrong. She said it so naturally, as if how long she would stay and how our home after the bonding would be decorated were both things she had the right to decide. Ronan did not object. His smile was indulgent. “Elowen won’t mind.” “Elowen always takes care of me. Of course she won’t mind.” I stood there, and something in my throat seemed to loosen. “What if I say I do mind?” The air went quiet for two seconds. Celeste froze. Perhaps it was the first time I had ever refused her. Before she even spoke, her eyes were already red. Ronan’s voice carried a note of reproach. “Elowen, what’s wrong with you? Usually you can’t wait to give her everything. Now you’re arguing over a single room?” “I’m not arguing,” I said. “Then what do you mean?” He frowned. “Celeste’s lease happens to be ending. She’ll only stay for a few weeks. She’s your sister, not some outsider we need to guard against. The Alpha residence is so big. What’s wrong with letting one more person stay for a while?” “That is supposed to be our home after the bonding,” I said. “The home meant for Blackridge Pack’s Luna. Who exactly is bonding with you?” Ronan choked on that. Celeste said softly, her eyes red, “Elowen, I just wanted to be closer to you. If you don’t want me there, forget it. I won’t move in.” Ronan looked at me with blame in his eyes. “Look at you. One sentence and you’ve hurt her this much. She’s your sister. Can’t you think about her?” “Then who thinks about me?” I lifted my head. “You personally arranged for her to enter Blackridge Pack’s External Affairs Office. You approved resources for her far beyond what others at her level receive. She hardly has to worry about anything. And me? I only have—” “Enough!” Ronan’s expression changed. “Be reasonable. She’s your sister. I only took special care of her because of you. Do you really have to be so petty?” Petty. That word again. I smiled and said nothing. Celeste tugged at his sleeve and whispered, “Ronan, stop. Elowen is probably just in a bad mood.” He patted her hand, and his tone softened. “Elowen, I’ve already decided. Celeste moving in is a good thing. You two sisters can stay close even after the bonding.” I nodded. Whatever. It was your home anyway. I would not be living there. Ronan let out a breath of relief. Celeste wiped the corner of her eye, though no tears had fallen, and smiled again. I turned to continue packing. Behind me came Celeste’s voice. “Can I really change the curtains to light pink?” Ronan’s voice was full of amusement. “Whatever you like.” Chapter 4 That afternoon, I went to Blackridge Pack’s Affairs Hall. The air inside carried the scent of cedar, leather, and the faint wolfish edge drifting up from the training grounds. I placed the access token to the Alpha residence, the key to his private Alpha study, and several Pack alliance documents he had once asked me to organize into a bag, then asked the receptionist to pass it on. When the receptionist at the Affairs Hall saw me, she immediately straightened. “Miss Ashborne, you’re here? I’ll notify Alpha Ronan.” “No need.” I set the bag on the front desk. “Just give this to him for me.” With that, I turned and left. When I reached the staircase with its dark carpet, I accidentally heard Ronan’s voice. His tone, warm and patient, drifted through the wall. “You want me to go with you on Saturday to get your nails done?” Celeste answered in a coaxing voice. “Yes. Can you?” My fingers stiffened. A second later, his voice came from behind the half-closed door, carrying a smile. “Of course. You want to look beautiful at the bonding ceremony. I’ll go with you. I’ll explain to Elowen.” I gave a bitter smile. I had already decided to let go. What was I still expecting? Before the bonding, Ronan and I had agreed to finally do the one thing we had never managed to do while we were in love—watch a sunrise together. But from winter to spring, all the way until the ceremony was almost here, he kept putting it off, saying he was busy and that we would go next time. At last, we had set it for this Saturday. Now he was putting it off again. But this time, I no longer cared. I pushed open the glass doors and drove straight back to Silvercove, the seaside town in Maine where I grew up. The next day, I was cleaning the old house my parents had left behind. Aunt Maren and Uncle Alden lived nearby, and Maren came over early. She held my hand and patted it gently. “Elowen, all these years, you were always the one asked to be mature, the one asked to give way. You’ve suffered too much.” Maren sighed, as if she had thought about this for a long time before finally saying it. “Celeste may have been adopted by your parents, but you’ve treated her like your own sister all these years. You’ve given her everything, and that child has never known when to stop.” She wiped the corner of her eye. “Now you’re both grown. You’re about to start your own family and your own life. Don’t keep putting her first like you used to.” I smiled and did not answer. She was right. I would no longer put anyone first. Not even Ronan. After a while, I said, “Aunt, you and Uncle should move in here. A house falls apart if no one lives in it.” Maren froze. “What do you mean no one lives in it?” “I know you and Ronan will live in the Alpha residence after the bonding, but you’ll still need somewhere to stay when you come back to visit us.” I said yes, but I still insisted that she move in. Maren thought I was only being polite and refused a few times. I did not explain. I only thought that after I left, I did not know how many years it would be before I came back. That evening, Ronan arrived as promised for the family dinner before the bonding ceremony. Several pack warriors stood guard outside the yard, while Celeste stood beside him like the woman he was about to bond with and walked into the living room at his side. When they saw me, both of them clearly froze. “Elowen, why are you here?” His tone made it sound as if I should not have been in this place. But I was the one who was supposed to become Luna. The family dinner before the bonding ceremony had been arranged at my uncle’s house. Wasn’t it perfectly normal for me to be here tonight? Oh. He was probably used to it by now. Whether I was there or not did not matter. As long as Celeste was there, that was enough. Celeste smiled and looped her arm through mine. “Elowen, perfect, you’re here too. Ronan said he was coming to see Uncle Alden, and I had nothing to do, so I came along.” I said nothing. Celeste did not like Silvercove and rarely came back to the seaside town where we had grown up. Now, so close to the bonding ceremony, she had come back. I was genuinely surprised. Whether it was for me, her sister, or for something else, no longer mattered. In the living room, Uncle Alden exchanged a few polite words with Ronan. Celeste sat beside Ronan, pouring his coffee and answering questions for him, as if she were his future mate. I was like an unnecessary piece of furniture. I sat there, and no one looked at me twice. I lowered my head and glanced at my phone. He had sent me a message. I’ve been busy with Pack matters and the bonding ceremony these past two days, so I neglected you. But why didn’t you tell me you went back to Silvercove? Neglected me? The tone sounded more like he thought I was being inconsiderate, running off alone without sense. He was always active in the group chat, laughing and talking with everyone. He would reply to Celeste between Elders’ meetings, but he rarely asked me privately, Have you eaten? What are you doing? Are you happy? So he did not know I had gone to Blackridge headquarters. He did not know I had returned to Silvercove. He did not know, because he had never asked. My fingers moved. I replied with two words. You’re busy. After all, what kept him busy no longer had anything to do with me. ... After the family dinner, Alden stood to see the guests off and reminded Ronan, “You two shouldn’t see each other for the next few days before the bonding ceremony. Leave a little anticipation for each other.” Ronan nodded. When he looked at me, a trace of tenderness passed through his eyes. Alden turned to me. “Elowen, go back with them. Stay in the bridal suite we reserved near Blackridge territory before the ceremony, so you don’t have to keep driving back and forth. After the bonding, come back for the family dinner.” I wanted to say no, but when I saw the hope in his eyes, I swallowed the words. I went back first to get my suitcase and make sure I had not left anything behind. But by the time I stepped out of the yard, Ronan’s car was already gone. I stood at the doorway for two seconds. Then I looked down at my phone. Ronan had sent a message. Celeste was in a hurry to check the ceremony setup and patrol arrangements, so I took her there first. I forgot you were still here for a moment. Drive back on your own. Forgot? Ronan, how many times had you forgotten me already? I drove away. I did not return to Boston. I went somewhere very, very far away. The bonding was set for the following Monday. Blackridge Pack had invited nearly every influential pack representative on the East Coast. The sacred clearing behind the Pack House was guarded more tightly than any full-moon council meeting. Ronan glanced at the navigation and turned to Celeste. “The hotel address for picking up Elowen is correct, right?” “Yes. I compared them one by one. This hotel is upscale and close to Blackridge territory. Picking her up here is much more convenient than going to her apartment.” Ronan nodded. “You’re always so thorough. Unlike Elowen. Uncle only told us not to see each other for a few days before the bonding ceremony to leave some anticipation, but she won’t even answer my messages.” The Beta sitting in the front seat glanced at him through the rearview mirror, then silently looked away. Ronan opened the door of the black SUV. Celeste naturally sat in the front passenger seat. “Let’s go. Elowen will start rushing us soon.” Kieran’s voice came from outside the car. “Celeste, that seat is for the bride. Ride with me.” “No.” Celeste turned back and made a face at him. “Ronan drives the smoothest. I won’t get carsick.” Ronan shook his head with a smile. “You’re impossible.” The escort vehicles turned into the hotel entrance. The warriors responsible for ceremony patrol immediately stepped aside. Ronan walked ahead, surrounded by his people, looking pleased and certain. Celeste followed at his side, while two pack guards stayed half a step behind. Kieran lifted his camera and instinctively took several shots of their backs. The hotel receptionist politely stopped them. “Hello. May I ask who you are here for?” “I’m the Alpha of Blackridge Pack. Today is our bonding ceremony, and I’m here to pick up my Luna.” Ronan gave the room number. “302. Her name is Elowen Ashborne.” The receptionist checked the records, then looked up. “I’m sorry. The room was reserved, but Miss Ashborne never checked in.” The smile on Ronan’s face froze.

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For three years, I kept a tally of my dying marriage.The rule was simple.Every time my husband, Adrian Cavanaugh, chose Serena Whitlock over me, I took points away.When the score reached zero, I would leave.It finally happened in the ER.I was eight weeks pregnant, lying on a trauma bed, blood soaking through the sheets while nurses shouted above me. They called him again and again.Adrian Cavanaugh.Star neurosurgeon. The pride of the same hospital where I was fighting to stay alive. “Dr. Cavanaugh,” a nurse said, her voice tight with panic. “We have an unidentified female patient. O-negative. Severe blood loss. She’s pregnant. We need approval to release the reserved units now.” For one second, the room seemed to stop. Then his voice came through the speaker. Flat. Impatient. Almost bored. “No. Serena Whitlock is my priority. Keep the blood on standby for her. Do what you can for the other patient.” The call ended. He had no idea the woman on that table was his wife. He had no idea the child he had just abandoned was his own. But I knew. And that was the moment my marriage hit zero. * Adrian Cavanaugh found the journal by accident. He was not looking for secrets. He was looking for cufflinks. The platinum pair his father had given him had gone missing, and Adrian hated being late almost as much as he hated being inconvenienced. He stood in the walk-in closet we shared, pushing aside suit boxes and old shoeboxes, his patience thinning with every second. Then his hand brushed against something smooth and leather-bound. A black notebook. It had been tucked behind a pair of Elodie’s winter boots, hidden just well enough that anyone else would have missed it. Adrian paused. Elodie liked bright notebooks. Pale blue covers. Floral edges. Pages filled with building sketches, floor plans, and tiny notes written in the margins. This one was plain black. No label. No decoration. Nothing. He should have put it back. Instead, he opened it. On the first page, in Elodie’s careful handwriting, were four words. The Zero-Point Divorce. Adrian stared at them. Below the title was a short set of rules. Starting Score: 100. Each time this marriage proves it was a mistake, points will be deducted. When the score reaches zero, I will file for divorce. No exceptions. A dry laugh left him before he could stop it. A divorce scorecard. Of course. Elodie had always been too organized for her own good. Even her unhappiness, apparently, needed a system. He turned the page. The entries were dated. Precise. Neat. Annoyingly complete. -1 Point: He forgot our anniversary. Again. He had dinner with Serena. -2 Points: He canceled our vacation because Serena’s dog was sick. He spent the weekend at her apartment. -1 Point: He called me Serena. -3 Points: He bought the vintage wine I had spent months looking for and gave it to Serena for her birthday. Adrian’s jaw tightened. Page after page, the same name appeared. Serena. Serena. Serena. Not his mistakes, in his mind. Elodie’s jealousy. Her inability to understand that Serena had been part of his life long before their marriage existed. Serena Whitlock had been his first love. The girl who left. The wound that never closed cleanly. Elodie knew that when she married him. She had known he was damaged. She had known he was trying to move on. She had been steady, suitable, respectable. A good match from a good family. Someone who could stand beside him at hospital dinners, host his parents, manage the home, and never demand too much. At least, that was what he had told himself. He shut the journal. The sound came out sharper than he intended. Ridiculous, he thought. Childish. A private little courtroom where Elodie got to play judge. He pushed the notebook back into the box and finally found the cufflinks beneath a folded scarf. By the time he closed the closet door, the journal had already been filed away in his mind as one of Elodie’s quiet dramatics. He had more important things waiting. In his briefcase sat a custom necklace for Serena. Her gallery was reopening tonight, and he intended to be there before anyone else. When he walked into the living room, Elodie was curled on the couch with a large sketchpad balanced across her knees. Her hair was pinned messily at the back of her head, a pencil tucked above one ear. She looked tired, but when she saw him, her face softened in that familiar way he rarely bothered to notice anymore. “You’re home early,” she said. “Not for long.” He loosened his tie. “Serena’s gallery opening is tonight.” The warmth in her expression faded by degrees. “Oh,” she said. “Right.” His gaze drifted to the page in her lap. A nursery. Soft curtains. A crib beneath the window. A tiny mobile of stars hanging over it. A rocking chair angled toward the light. For a moment, something shifted under his ribs. They had been trying for a baby for more than a year. “Client project?” he asked. Elodie closed the sketchpad too quickly. “Just a concept.” He did not ask anything else. He did not ask why she looked pale. He did not ask why her hand lingered over the closed sketchbook. He was already checking the time. He wanted to see Serena’s face when she opened the necklace. The room settled into silence, the kind that did not come from peace but from two people standing on opposite sides of a wall neither of them wanted to name. Then Adrian’s phone rang. Ethan. His best friend sounded breathless. “Adrian, turn on the news. Now.” Adrian grabbed the remote. The screen flashed to a live broadcast. A building downtown was burning. Smoke climbed into the night sky in thick black waves. Fire trucks crowded the street. Red and blue lights cut through the dark. A reporter stood near the barricade, shouting over the noise. “Firefighters are responding to a major blaze at the newly renovated Whitlock Gallery, where tonight’s grand reopening was scheduled to begin within the hour—” Adrian stopped breathing. Serena. Nothing else existed. Not the room. Not Elodie. Not the sketchbook in her lap. He snatched up his keys and coat. Elodie stood. “Adrian—” He was already at the door. He did not answer. He did not look back. He did not see her face when he left. * Elodie followed him. She hated herself for it even as she drove. Her hands gripped the wheel so tightly her knuckles ached. The city blurred past in streaks of light, but all she could think about was the way Adrian had run out of the house without one word to her. Some weak, foolish part of her still needed to witness the truth. Maybe then she would stop bargaining with it. By the time she reached the gallery, the street was chaos. Police tape. Fire crews. People pressed against barricades, filming with their phones. The air tasted of smoke and hot metal. Adrian was near the front, fighting a firefighter who had one hand braced against his chest. “She’s inside!” Adrian shouted. His voice was raw. Wild. “I have to get to her!” “Sir, back up,” the firefighter barked. “The structure isn’t safe.” “I don’t care.” Ethan grabbed him from behind. “Adrian, stop. Let them do their job.” Adrian shoved him off. “They’re not moving fast enough.” Elodie stood behind the crowd, half-hidden by smoke and flashing lights. She had seen Adrian angry. She had seen him tired. She had seen him cold. She had never seen him afraid like this. Not for her. Never for her. Another firefighter caught Adrian by the arm when he tried to break through again. Adrian turned on him, almost snarling. “Do you know what these hands are worth?” he shouted. “I’m a neurosurgeon. My hands are insured for millions. My career depends on them.” For one terrible second, Elodie thought that meant he would stop. Then his voice broke. “And I would give all of it up if it meant she came out alive.” The words landed cleanly. No room for excuses. No room for misunderstanding. Ethan saw Elodie then. His face changed. “Elodie…” Beside him, his wife Lily whispered, not quietly enough, “He’s been like this about Serena since high school. I thought marrying Elodie would help him get over it.” Elodie did not move. There it was. Not suspicion. Not jealousy. Fact. Her marriage was not a love story. It was a waiting room. She had spent three years trying to become the woman Adrian would finally see. She had built a home around him, attended his family dinners, smiled through his mother’s cold inspections, learned his schedules, cooked after his surgeries, and loved him with the desperate patience of someone hoping devotion could become enough. It had never been enough. The black journal had not been a game. It had been a rope. Something to hold while the marriage pulled her under. Across the street, the crowd suddenly screamed. Adrian came out of the smoke carrying Serena in his arms. Her face was smeared with soot. The hem of her dress was torn. She coughed against his chest, but she was awake. Alive. Adrian held her as if the whole world had been placed in his arms and he was terrified it might break. He bent his head to hers, saying something Elodie could not hear. He did not scan the crowd. He did not call Elodie’s name. He did not wonder whether his wife had followed him. Once Serena was placed in the ambulance, Adrian finally stumbled. His knees buckled. Smoke and adrenaline caught up with him at once, and he collapsed before Ethan could reach him. * The hospital waiting room was too bright. Everything smelled like antiseptic and burnt fabric. Elodie sat with her hands folded in her lap and remembered the first time she met Adrian Cavanaugh. A charity gala. A crowded ballroom. A brilliant young neurosurgeon from one of Boston’s most powerful families. He had been beautiful in the polished, untouchable way of men who were used to rooms making space for them. Elodie had been a rising architect then, bold enough to want things before anyone handed them to her. She had wanted him. She had known about Serena. Everyone knew. Serena had married someone else, and Adrian had been left behind with a wound he wore like dignity. When he proposed six months later, Elodie let herself believe she had won. A year into the marriage, she learned the truth. At a party, one of Adrian’s friends had too much champagne and too little caution. “Adrian only married her because Serena got married,” he told someone near the bar. “The family wanted him settled. Elodie was convenient. Poor thing thinks it’s love.” That was the night Elodie bought the black journal. She had needed proof. Not for a lawyer. For herself. Because love could excuse one missed dinner. Two. Five. Love could turn neglect into stress, indifference into exhaustion, another woman into an old friend who needed help. A number was harder to lie to. A doctor approached. “Mrs. Cavanaugh?” Elodie stood. “Your husband is stable,” he said. “Smoke inhalation, but nothing permanent. Miss Whitlock is fine as well. A few cuts. No major injuries.” Of course Serena was fine. Ethan and Lily came toward her wearing matching looks of pity. “Elodie,” Lily said softly, touching her arm. “He’ll realize what he’s doing. The Cavanaughs won’t let this continue.” Elodie looked at Lily’s hand until the other woman dropped it. She left without answering. * Back home, the house was dark and still. Elodie went straight to the closet. The black journal was exactly where Adrian had put it back. She carried it to the desk, opened to the newest page, and uncapped her pen. Her hand did not tremble. -5 Points: He ran into a burning building for Serena. She paused. Then wrote again. -10 Points: He said he would trade his career for her. The pen tip hovered over the paper. Her chest felt empty now. Not broken. Emptied. Like something had been scooped out and there was nothing left to bruise. She added one more line. -10 Points: He collapsed after saving her, and even then, he never looked for me. Elodie did the math. Only a few points remained. Not many. Almost none. The end was close enough to touch. The Clinic for Her The next morning, Elodie did not return to Adrian’s bedside. She went downtown instead. The divorce attorney’s office sat high above the city, all glass walls, pale carpeting, and a view wide enough to make Boston look smaller than it had yesterday. For the first time in years, Elodie liked that feeling. She placed her prenup, bank records, and property documents on the conference table. “I want the divorce papers drafted,” she said. “Not filed today. Prepared. I want them ready the moment I say so.” Ms. Bennett, the attorney, was a narrow-eyed woman in a charcoal suit who listened without interrupting. Her sympathy was professional, not soft. Elodie appreciated that. “Understood,” Ms. Bennett said. “We’ll have everything in order. You decide when to pull the trigger.” When Elodie left the building, the air felt sharper. Not happy. Not healed. Just lighter. On the way to the hospital, she stopped at a café and bought chicken noodle soup and hot tea. Adrian liked both when he was recovering. Her hands ordered them before her pride could stop her. Habit was a cruel thing. It kept serving love long after love had stopped deserving it. At the hospital, she paused outside Adrian’s room. Through the narrow window in the door, she saw Serena sitting beside his bed. Serena held a spoonful of soup in one hand and a napkin in the other, looking tragically helpless in a white sweater that made her bruises seem even more delicate. The spoon tilted. Soup spilled across Adrian’s gown and onto the sheets. “Oh my God, Adrian, I’m so sorry,” Serena said, blinking fast. “I can’t do anything right.” “It’s fine.” Adrian’s voice was hoarse, but it was warm. He lifted his hand and wiped a tear from her cheek. “It’s only soup.” “You got hurt because of me.” Serena’s shoulders shook. “The doctor said the smoke was bad. What if your lungs were damaged? What if your hands—” “Serena.” He softened her name until it sounded like a promise. “I’d do it again.” She stared at him. “You always wanted to be a neurosurgeon,” she whispered. “You gave up painting for that.” Adrian looked at her for a long moment. “I didn’t give painting up for surgery,” he said. “I chose surgery because of you.” Serena’s lips parted. “What?” “High school,” he said. “You fell off the bleachers. You hit your head. You were unconscious for less than a minute, but I thought I was going to lose you.” His thumb brushed her cheek. “That was the day I decided I would become the kind of doctor who could save you if it ever happened again.” The container in Elodie’s hand slipped. It hit the floor with a soft, wet sound. Neither of them turned. Adrian’s entire career. The sleepless nights. The fellowships. The awards. The world calling him brilliant. All of it had begun with Serena. Serena covered her mouth. “Adrian… I didn’t know.” Then she folded herself into his arms. He hesitated for half a breath. Not long enough to matter. His arms closed around her. Elodie left the soup and tea outside the door. Downstairs, the hospital lobby was crowded with white coats, rolling carts, and families waiting for news they were afraid to hear. Elodie walked through it as if the floor beneath her had disappeared. “Mrs. Cavanaugh?” She turned. Dr. Walker, one of Adrian’s colleagues, hurried toward her with a folder tucked under his arm. “I was going to drop this off with Adrian,” he said. “How’s he doing?” “Stable,” Elodie said. “Good. Can you give him these?” He pushed the folder into her hands. “Research board resignation. He needs to sign by Friday.” Elodie looked down. “Resignation?” Adrian loved that board. It was prestige, power, funding, influence. It had taken him years to earn his seat. Walker grimaced. “I know. Shocked everyone. He’s pulling out to fund some private clinic project. Said it was for someone important.” His pager beeped. “Sorry, OR. I have to run.” He vanished into the elevator. Elodie stood alone with the folder. She opened it. On top was Adrian’s resignation letter. Beneath it was a proposal for a private mental health and wellness clinic. The beneficiary and proposed director were listed in clean black type. Serena Whitlock. Elodie read the name once. Then again. The noise of the lobby dulled around her. It was not only Adrian’s past that belonged to Serena. His future did, too. He had become a surgeon because of her. Now he was giving up his research board seat to build a clinic for her. Elodie was not a wife. She was a signature on a marriage license. A woman keeping his place warm. A name beside his at family dinners. Nothing more. She thought of the day he had been honored for a breakthrough surgical technique. She had sat in the front row, clapping until her palms hurt, proud enough to feel foolish. Now she understood. Even that moment had not been theirs. Every shining thing he had built had been another road leading back to Serena. Elodie closed the folder. It was time to leave that road. Outside, the sunlight was harsh and bright. It hit the hospital glass and bounced into her eyes, making her blink. She pulled out her phone and called a number she had not touched in years. Maeve Collins. Her best friend from architecture school. The only person who had never looked at Elodie and seen “Mrs. Adrian Cavanaugh” first. Maeve answered on the second ring. “Elodie? Is everything okay?” “It’s me,” Elodie said. Her voice sounded steadier than she felt. “Do you remember the firm we talked about opening after graduation?” There was a pause. Then Maeve’s voice sharpened with hope. “Are you serious?” “I’m serious.” Elodie looked up at the skyline, at all those clean lines of steel and glass she had once dreamed of shaping. “I’m leaving Adrian. And I’m ready to build something that belongs to me.” Maeve laughed, half sob, half cheer. “Finally. I’ll find office space. Boston? Somewhere close to your house?” Elodie watched an ambulance pull away from the curb. “No,” she said. The word felt good in her mouth. “Not Boston. Somewhere far enough that I can breathe.” Our Anniversary, Her Flowers Elodie chose San Francisco. Maeve did not ask why. That was one of the reasons Elodie loved her. Within twenty-four hours, Maeve had sent listings, contractor contacts, budget sheets, and a string of excited messages about natural light, exposed beams, and whether they should call the firm Emberline Studio. Elodie said yes. The name felt right. A line of fire. A beginning after ash. For the next week, Elodie filled the house with things Adrian had never cared to understand. Building codes. Design journals. Material samples. Books on sustainable structures and boutique firm management. Blueprints spread across the home office floor like a map out of her own life. She did not call Adrian. She did not visit him. She ignored every message from his mother asking why she had not been more present at the hospital. Let them wonder. Let them be offended. For years, Elodie had adjusted herself around Adrian’s silence. Now she was learning how silence could protect her, too. A week later, on their third wedding anniversary, Adrian came home. He found her in the home office with her sleeves rolled to her elbows and a pencil behind her ear. The desk was buried under sketches, reference books, and samples of stone and wood. He stood in the doorway, looking out of place in his own house. “What is all this?” “I’m going back to work,” Elodie said without looking up. “Maeve and I are opening a firm.” “Oh.” He sounded less pleased than confused. “That’s… good.” She drew another line across the page. “I guess that means you won’t have time to make the recovery meals anymore,” he added. Elodie finally looked at him. “No. I won’t.” Something small shifted in his expression. He was remembering, perhaps, the woman who used to fuss over the smallest cut on his finger. The woman who would cook broth from scratch after surgery, press a blanket around his shoulders, and check his temperature twice in one night. That woman had been disappearing for a long time. Adrian was only now noticing the empty chair. “Well,” he said after a pause, “I support it. It’s healthy for you to have something of your own.” Something of your own. He still could not bring himself to call her work real. Elodie set down her pencil. “Adrian.” He looked at her. “If I asked for a divorce, would you fight me?” His phone rang before the question could land. He looked at the screen. Serena. “I need to take this.” He walked into his study and closed the door. Elodie sat very still. Through the wall, she could not make out the words. She did not need to. She knew the tone. Gentle. Patient. The voice he saved for Serena. By the time Adrian came out that evening, he wore a suit and a strange air of purpose. “I’m taking you to dinner,” he said. “For our anniversary.” Elodie agreed. Not because she believed in the gesture. Because there was one last thing she needed to confirm. The restaurant was downtown, the kind of place with soft lighting, polished silverware, and a hostess who recognized Adrian before he gave his name. He pulled up near the entrance. “I’ll park,” he said. “Go inside first.” Elodie stepped onto the curb. For a few minutes, she stood beneath the awning and watched the traffic slide past. Then Adrian came back. He was carrying a large bouquet of white gardenias and a narrow velvet gift box wrapped in silver ribbon. For one stupid second, Elodie’s heart forgot what it had learned. He had never given her flowers. Not once. “Adrian…” The word barely left her lips before Serena appeared beside him. She slipped her hand through Adrian’s arm as if it had always belonged there. “Elodie,” Serena said brightly. “I’m so glad you came. Adrian said you were joining us to celebrate my gallery relaunch. That’s very generous of you.” The small, foolish hope inside Elodie went out. Adrian smiled at Serena. “These are for you.” He handed her the flowers first. Then the box. “A relaunch gift.” Of course. The dinner. The bouquet. The jewelry. Their anniversary. All of it had been for Serena. Serena buried her face in the gardenias. “You remembered.” “They’re your favorite,” Adrian said. She opened the box and gasped. Inside lay the diamond necklace he had been so careful about, the one he had hidden in his briefcase. “It’s the exact piece from my inspiration board,” Serena whispered. “How did you know?” Adrian’s eyes stayed on her. “Lucky guess.” There was nothing lucky in the way he looked at her. Elodie reached out and took the bouquet before Serena could pass it to a waiter. “Let me hold those,” she said. Her fingers were cold against the stems. Serena smiled with a sweetness that did not reach her eyes. “Thank you, Elodie. You really are such a good wife.” The words were soft. The insult was not. Elodie looked at Adrian. He did not hear it. Or he did, and chose not to. Either way, the result was the same. He had not brought his wife to dinner. He had brought a cover story. A polite witness. A woman to make his devotion to Serena look less like betrayal.

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