With that, she signed the paper and threw it at him, the sharp sound of it hitting the table echoing in the silence.
Desmond froze, his heart sinking. He had been expecting tears, pleading, maybe even begging—anything to break him down. But instead, there was nothing but the cold finality of her actions. She wasn’t even looked sad.
“Yes! You have done what I wanted. Now you can take your bag and leave.” Elizabeth said. “I forgot to tell you that you are not leaving with any dime. All the money in the card will be frozen.”
“I don’t even need your money. It can’t solve half of my bills. You can have all of it,” she said and dialed a number she had not called for a long time.
“Come and pick me. I’m done with him.”
The secret billionaire heiress is back!
Chapter 1
The moment I decided to leave Alpha Waldo, I made four bold decisions.
First, I posted all the expensive gifts he’d given me online—for free.
“LV bags, slightly scratched by rage—yours if you cover shipping.”
“Hermès bags,……”
Second, I sold the apartment we’d bought “for our future” at a fraction of its worth. A bargain, considering it reeked of betrayal and his wolf’s overpowering cologne.
Third, I shredded the million-dollar wedding gown he’d never see me wear. I heard the designer cried, but not as much as I did the night I caught Waldo nuzzling his childhood sweetheart, Alanna Saunders, under a full moon.
Finally, I erased myself from his world. I enrolled in The Shadowcrown Pack’s Special Forces Project, a top-secret initiative so hush-hush that even mentioning its name could get a wolf exiled. Ten years of grueling training, severed ties, and zero contact with the outside world. A dream for someone with nothing left to lose.
By the time Alpha Waldo meticulously planned his “perfect” proposal, I was already decide gone.
He didn’t realize it, but with every whispered lie and every night he didn’t come home, I was quietly packing my bags.
He must’ve noticed my growing indifference, though, because one evening, while he “worked late,” he finally asked, “Why don’t you get angry anymore? Don’t you love me anymore?”
I didn’t answer. What could I say? That my wolf and I were done howling over him? Instead, his phone chimed with a voice note from Alanna.
“Oh, Waldo, I miss you already! Don’t forget to bring the special wine tomorrow night—it’s my favorite!”
And just like that, my wolf growled her agreement. It was time to leave.
I made the call—calmly confirming my participation in the decade-long The Shadowcrown Pack’s Special Forces Project.
“Valerie Rogers, are you absolutely certain?” my supervisor’s voice was grave over the phone.
“This is a top-secret project, Valerie. Once you enter, you might never be able to leave or contact anyone outside again.”