Under the night sky, at the edge of the Northern Territory snow line, a powerful Alpha presence approached.
Thorne tore through the barrier, his steps frantic, his eyes blood-red.
“Where is Seraphina?”
His voice was hoarse, his wolf soul roaring like a wounded beast.
A team of Northern Territory guards blocked him, their spears crossed: “This is Northern Territory land. The Western Ridge Alpha may not trespass.”
Thorne gasped roughly, his eyes chaotic, his wolf soul agitated.
“I need to see her! She’s my wife!”
He violently pushed past the guards, advancing step by step.
Suddenly, a stronger Alpha suppression descended from above.
Seraphina emerged from behind the snow.
She wore a silver-white cloak, her eyes calm, her steps steady.
“Didn’t you say I would never leave you?”
Thorne froze, his throat dry: “You… you actually dared to leave?”
Seraphina stood firm: “I never belonged to you.”
“I am the Northern Territory’s first heir, pureblood Alpha.”
“I originally didn’t want to suppress you, but you’re not worthy to stand before me anymore.”
She raised her hand, her presence exploding. The suppression of pure bloodline instantly sent Thorne reeling, his wolf soul prostrating itself, wailing continuously.
Thorne was pinned to the ground by Seraphina’s suppression, his wolf soul unbalanced to the extreme, his body trembling, bones creaking audibly.
He struggled desperately but couldn’t break free from her suppression.
“Seraphina, listen to me—” he growled.
Seraphina stood before him, her eyes cold as frost and iron: “You have no right to call my name anymore.”
She approached him step by step, her voice low and harsh: “You destroyed six years of my life, trampled on my child. Now you want to talk?”
She suddenly reached out and tore the broken covenant wolf fang from her neck, throwing it on the ground.
“From this moment, I, Seraphina, sever all vows with Thorne Bloodfang. Our bond is broken, our partnership ended.”
She looked up at the watching Northern Territory delegation.
“I, Seraphina Ironfang, legitimate Northern Territory bloodline heir, declare my return to my original clan.”
“I am completely severed from Bloodfang.”
The crowd erupted. Thorne froze in place, unable even to maintain his wolf form, his knees hitting the ground hard.
Dean slowly walked forward, standing beside his mother, his small hand gripping her cloak tightly.
He didn’t look at Thorne, only said quietly: “Mother, let’s go.”
Seraphina nodded, turning to lead her son through the border gate.
Thorne lunged forward one step but was thrown back by a powerful energy barrier.
The Northern Territory royal family stood on the border platform, their voices clear and cold:
“Thorne Bloodfang, from this day forward, you are forbidden from setting foot in the Northern Territory.”
“If you force entry, it will be considered a declaration of war on the Northern Territory.”
Thorne’s face was deathly pale, blood at the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed on that retreating figure.
He finally understood—she truly didn’t want him anymore.
His wolf howled, roared, and crashed against his bones within him, wanting to chase, to bite, to salvage what was lost.
But she didn’t even turn back for one glance.
The wind howled, snow fell silently.
Thorne collapsed outside the border, holding the broken wolf fang covenant, his palms full of blood.
From the distance came Liora’s angry roar as she ran over with her protruding belly: “Thorne, where did you go?!”
He closed his eyes and said quietly:
“Shut up.”
