My Luna 10

My Luna 10

I ignored it all. Once I had mostly recovered, I went to the Alpha King and requested that he forcibly break the mate bond between me and Jackson.

 

I then deliberately sought out Waylon—perhaps because deep down, I believed he was the only one who would never give up on me.

 

“I want to return to the Nocterra pack. The strategies I know for leading troops will surely come in handy,” I said.

 

He agreed, and he also said with a meaningful look at me, “Even if you had nothing to offer, I’d always have a place for you.”

 

I didn’t fully understand what he meant. After bidding him farewell, I returned to the house my mother lived in before she got married.

 

I packed up all the cheap gifts Jackson had given me over the past 15 years.

 

I also left him a letter—and with it, the evidence of how my father and stepmother had colluded with our enemies back then.

 

After Jackson was forced to the edge of a cliff by our enemies, he’d suffered from PTSD and ended up forgetting everything.

 

Although he had heard from others that I saved him, he had always doubted it.

 

All these years, I never dared to say more for fear of triggering him. That was why I never told him who had driven him to such a desperate situation to seize the Alpha title of the Ulvengard pack.

 

Upon looking back at it now, my cautiousness was laughable.

 

I also submitted the documents secretly handed to me by villagers during the Nocterra pack’s rescue mission to Waylon.

 

When I learned what Jackson had been doing there, the last shred of affection I had for him disappeared, and only disgust remained.

 

After finishing all of this, I suddenly received a message from Jackson.

 

“I heard you’ve said goodbye to the Nocterra pack and are preparing to leave. You’re preparing to come back, right? There are only six hours left before the tenth day ends. If you’re willing to come back with Laila’s favorite dessert, I’ll extend the deadline by three hours.”

 

I simply smiled and didn’t reply. I then had everything packed and got someone to send it to them.

 

From that moment on, I’d severed all ties with them.

My Luna

My Luna

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