“Is that so? You dare taunt my mate, you worthless bitch?”
“I’ve been far too lenient, letting you think you had any right to speak to her.”
“Tell me exactly what poison you’ve been feeding Sierra. Every. Single. Word.”
His voice promised violence with each syllable.
Emily’s blood ran cold.
Her hands trembled so badly she nearly dropped the phone.
Wait she still had leverage. She carried his pup! He wouldn’t dare harm her now.
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This thought steadied her voice as she whimpered:
“Damien, please… I didn’t mean any harm. She was so cruel to me, I just defended myself…”
“I know I was wrong. Don’t be angry- you’re frightening me.”
She played the helpless victim card that had worked so many times before.
Pathetic sniffles punctuated her words as she trembled performatively.
But Damien had finally seen through her act.
“Enough of your lies! I’ll find the truth myself.”
The line went dead.
Before Emily could delete anything, his enforcers burst through her door.
They seized her phone, bringing it straight to their Alpha.
What Damien found on her phone made his blood freeze. Not just a few taunts, but a calculated campaign of cruelty spanning months.
Photos of Emily wearing Sierra’s clothes, lounging in their bed.
Videos of her mockingly using Sierra’s personal items.
“He says my wolf calls to his in ways yours never could.”
“Your side of the bed still smells like you – it makes everything more exciting.”
“He promised to mark me properly once you’re gone. A real mate for an Alpha King.”
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Each message was time–stamped, showing Sierra’s silent suffering as the betrayal unfolded.
Damien’s hands shook as he scrolled through endless evidence of his treachery.
Emily had even photographed herself wearing Sierra’s mating necklace.
“It looks better on a real wolf, don’t you think?”
The casual cruelty made him physically ill.
His vision went black as reality crashed down.
What kind of monster was he, to let this happen? To participate in this torture of his true mate?
If she had done this to him, sent him photos of her with another male…
He would have torn the world apart.
Damien’s face went ashen as guilt consumed him.
Hours passed as he read every message, torturing himself with evidence of his betrayal.
When he finally looked up, his handsome features had transformed into something terrifying.
Lethal power rolled off him in waves, making the air itself feel heavy.
“Damien? Damien, are you there?”
A woman’s voice called from outside.
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His heart leaped traitorously. In his delirium, he clung to desperate hope.
Maybe Sierra had returned? Maybe this was just her revenge?
When he turned, hope dying inhis eyes, she stood smiling the doorway.
She hadn’t even bothered hiding her triumphant expression
Damien’s eyes blazed blood–red, his Alpha power filling the room like poison gas.
“You! You drove her away!”
His voice promised death. Even the strongest wolves would have cowered.
Raw power struck Emily like a battering ram, sending her crashing into the stone wall.
Blood trickled from her split lip as her face swelled grotesquely. Good.
“Damien, please!” She crawled toward him, blood mixing with tears. “Everything I did was for us! I love you so much – I couldn’t bear watching her trap you with her weakness!”
She clutched at his legs, tears mixing with blood.
“Love?” His laugh was brutal. “You worthless bitch. You dare speak of love after tormenting my mate?”
Pure contempt dripped from every word as he stared down at her.
“I told you Sierra was my life. My soul.”
“You drove her away and thought you could take her place? His voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re not fit to breathe the same air as her.”
His eyes held no mercy as he kicked her across the room like the garbage she was.
She crashed into the far wall, coughing blood onto the floor.
Damien didn’t even look at her as he ordered his beta:
“Take her to the punishment caves. Life sentence. No mercy.”
Through our fading bond, I felt his command and sucked in a shocked breath.
The punishment caves were legendary – reserved for the worst criminals in wolf history.
Wolves who had slaughtered entire packs. Betrayed their own kind to hunters.
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Prisoners endured endless torture there. Daily beatings. Starvation. Silver chains that slowly poisoned their wolves.
The physical agony was horrific, but the isolation from pack bonds drove most insane.
No wolf had ever survived more than a year in the deepest level.
I’d heard whispers that every prisoner begged for death within weeks.
Death would be a mercy compared to that existence.
And Damien was condemning Emily to that fate?
The reality finally shattered her.
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“Damien, please! I was wrong I’ll do anything!”
Her screams turned hysterical.
“Not the caves! I’m carrying your pup! Please, I’m sorry! 1 but the caves!”
But Damien watched with dead eyes as the beta dragged h
Her desperate screams echoed down the halls until distan
He never looked at her again.
His mate was gone, and nothing else mattered now.
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“Damien, please! I was wrong – I’ll do anything!”
Her screams turned hysterical.
“Not the caves! I’m carrying your pup! Please, I’m sorry! I’ll apologize to Sierra! I’ll leave the territory! Anything but the caves!”
But Damien watched with dead eyes as the beta dragged her away.
Her desperate screams echoed down the halls until distance swallowed them.
He never looked at her again.
His mate was gone, and nothing else mattered now.
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Day by day, Damien’s powerful frame grew gaunt, hollowed by grief and desperate searching.
After my disappearance, laughter died in the Northern Territory. Their Alpha King became a ghost, wandering the halls with dead eyes.
Pack duties lay abandoned as he traveled obsessively across Europe. From London’s foggy streets to Paris’s glittering lights, Rome’s ancient alleys to Berlin’s cold colors – he searched everywhere.
But even an Alpha King’s considerable power had limits.
In Prague, he traded a year of his life force to a withered witch for a tracking spell.
In Vienna, another witch took a portion of his Alpha strength for a scrying ritual.
Moscow’s most feared magical practitioner drained half his remaining power for a single glimpse of my future.
None of it worked.
Between searches, he drowned himself in wolfsbane–laced whiskey, stumbling through pack territories in a drunken haze.
Pack members whispered as he passed, their Alpha reduced to this broken shell.
When the alcohol couldn’t numb his pain, he descended to the punishment caves where Emily was held.
Her screams echoed through the tunnels as he took out his rage on her already broken body.
“Where is she?” he would demand, though Emily couldn’t possibly know.
“What else did you say to her? What else did you do?”
Soon Emily was barely recognizable, her once–beautiful face a mass of scars.
But torturing her brought him no peace.
Month by month, his Alpha power drained away – sacrificed to witches or lost to his growing madness.
The pack felt it. Their Alpha was failing.
That final day, Damien locked himself in his private quarters, too weak to even stand properly.
His hands trembled violently as he opened the divorce papers I’d left, now worn from constant handling.
“Sierra… Sierra…” he sobbed like a lost child, shoulders heaving. “I’m sorry… please come back…”
Through our fading bond, I watched his mighty form crumble. His dark hair had gone steel gray, his face lined with decades of aging in mere months.
I couldn’t help but sigh. Would he have chosen differently, knowing this end?
But wolves, like humans, are greedy creatures. They never treasure what they have until it’s lost forever.
Suddenly Damien stiffened, his head lifting like a predator catching a scent.
He struggled to sit up, wild eyes searching the empty room
“Sierra? Is that really you?”
His voice cracked with desperation.
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“Please… my only wish is to see you one last time. I’m begging you…‘
Tears carved paths down his haggard face as he reached toward nothing.
That’s when the witch’s potion took full effect. Our bond, already stretched tissue–thin, finally snapped. The severing dropped Damien to his knees with a howl of pure anguish.
This was it I would truly vanish from the pack world forever.
As the last traces of our connection dissolved like mist, Damien clutched my moonstone necklace to his chest.
He closed his eyes in final defeat, knowing he’d lost everything that mattered.
His beta, Marcus, chose that moment to challenge him.
The fight was pathetically brief. Damien could barely stand much less defend his position.
Marcus’s claws opened his throat with almost casual ease.
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The pack turned their backs as their former Alpha was cast out, now just another lone wolf.
Damien limped away into the wilderness, stripped of rank, power, and purpose. didn’t stay to watch his fall. Each day without the bond felt lighter, freer.
This was for the best. My new life waited ahead, bright with possibility.
Let him live with the consequences of his choices, as I had lived with mine.
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