Carlson's movements stopped abruptly.

"That's enough! Stop picking that shit up!" he said, rubbing his temples in anger. "It's just a stupid jar anyway! I'll buy another one for you if you insist! Selena never meant to break it!"

I froze halfway through cleaning up the mess.

Then, I slowly got to my feet and took a step back, addressing him respectfully yet distantly, "There's no need for that, Alpha Carlson."

Carlson froze for a split second.

Over the past 15 years, I had only ever called Carlson by his nickname, "Carl", no matter if we were alone or in public. Even if he reminded me again and again that I should always refer to him as "Alpha" and obey the rules, I would stubbornly refuse, insisting that it was only a term of address for a wolf that I wasn't close to.

But now, even though we were in a private space with just a few of us, I had referred to him as "Alpha Carlson".

A strange sense of unease instantly washed over him.

Selena also sensed that he was distracted and hurriedly shook his arm, speaking in a sweet, coquettish voice.

"Do you think that Ayna is still mad at me? It's my fault for being blind. I shouldn't have knocked over her belongings…"

Carlson snapped back to the present and patted her on the back, comforting her.

"Just be more careful next time. Ayna's very attached to that jar. Don't hold it against a kid like her."

This was the first time Carlson didn't completely take Selena's side and even defended me subtly. Selena's eyes were immediately filled with immense jealousy. Yet, she nodded meekly and said, "I got it. Whatever you say."

That night, I collected all of the scattered stars and threw everything into the fireplace.

I watched as the little notes filled with 15 years of my love and affection for Carlson curl up, burn, and turn into ashes in the flames.

It had taken me 15 years to fold these stars, but it only took a minute for me to burn them all up.

I heard footsteps behind me, and Carlson's voice appeared soon after.

"What the hell are you doing, Ayna?"

I didn't even look up and continued throwing more stars into the fire. I answered calmly, "Nothing. Just getting rid of rubbish."

Carlson glanced at the unburned paper stars, and his face darkened at once.

"I will be officially holding the marking ceremony with Selena after the surgery."

I shivered very slightly, but I turned numb again shortly after.

"Congratulations."

I said it flatly and indifferently without a trace of anger, jealousy, or any other emotions. Carlson stared at my face for a long time like he was trying to find even the slightest hint of anger or sadness in my expression, but he couldn't find anything.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a bout of disappointment washing over him. So, he began adding fuel to the fire like he was deliberately trying to get a reaction from me.

"Selena already said that the marking ceremony would only happen once in a lifetime, and she's not used to wearing any clothes made by other tailors. It must be made by the best seamstress in the pack."

His eyes were like knives as they landed on my face.

"Ayna, you've always loved sewing clothes and coats for me since you were young. The entire pack knows that you're the best seamstress. So, I want you to personally make the clothing and garments for Selena and me for the marking ceremony."

I finally gave him a reaction by looking at him incredulously.

When he saw that I was finally responding to him, he grinned smugly and said, "What, you don't want to? Don't you dare forget that this is what you owe to Selena. You'd been upsetting her too much. This is your way of making it up to her."

I lowered my eyes to hide the self-deprecating look in them.

Did I even have the option to refuse now anyway?

I inhaled deeply and put on a wan smile.

"Yes, Alpha Carlson. I will do as you say, since it is a direct order from you."

However, it would be up to fate to decide if I would ever be able to finish making them.

I didn't spare him another glance before stumbling out of the door.

Carlson stood alone in the living room, watching the fire slowly die down as the inexplicable panic in his chest only grew worse.

This was what he'd always wanted. I had finally relented and given in to him, listening to his every order and not pestering him anymore. But why was it that he just couldn't feel happy about it?

…

I stayed out by myself the next day. When I finally returned to the pack afterward, I realized that everyone in the pack was behaving strangely toward me.

Those who walked past me looked at me judgmentally with undisguised contempt and disgust in their eyes. Some of the younger brats even spat in my direction before running off in disgust.

"She acts all high-and-mighty all the time, but as it turns out, she's nothing but a horny bitch who keeps throwing herself at Alpha all day!"

"How could she even think of seducing her own stepbrother like that? She's such a disgrace to all the she-wolves in Moonshadow Pack!"

"Filthy, shameless creatures like her should be exiled from the pack immediately!"

Insults after insults were thrown in my face. I was still feeling completely bewildered about their reactions when I suddenly got a phone call from Mia.

She sounded angry and urgent.

"Ayna! You must have been set up! Hurry up and look at the werewolf forum online! Everyone's talking about it now!"

I hurriedly went online to the forum.

At the very top of the homepage, highlighted in a bright red box, was a partially censored explicit video.

The she-wolf in the video had a face that looked almost identical to mine, and she was naked all over while kneeling before the camera, wagging her tail, and pretending to look pitifully at the camera while repeatedly moaning Carlson's name.

The comments under the video were utterly disgusting.

Countless vulgar words and profanities were directed at me, and an Alpha from another pack even posted, "I never thought that the white wolf of Moonshadow Pack was such a slut. Why don't you come and sleep with me instead? I guarantee that you'll have a wonderful time!"

And yet, ten minutes right after the video had been posted, Carlson's beta, Neil Barker, immediately issued an official statement claiming that Alpha Carlson of Moonshadow Pack would never mark his stepsister, and had absolutely no relation to the she-wolf depicted in the video.

This statement was tantamount to a public admission that the wolf in the video was me.

My head felt like it was in a whirl. My fingers also ran absolutely icy-cold.

I forced myself to calm down as I repeatedly stared at the scene in the video, finally realizing a loophole in it.

The she-wolf in the video didn't have anything on her abdomen, but I had a butterfly-shaped birthmark on my abdomen that had been with me for years.

This video was a fake. It had to have been Selena. There wouldn't be another wolf who'd put in so much time and effort into ruining my reputation with such underhanded tactics like her.

I gripped my phone tightly in my hands and hurried toward the watchtower. I'd heard that Carlson was there right now.

I naively thought that he would still believe me if I explained myself and showed him the birthmark on my abdomen, and that he would clarify things on my behalf in public, clearing my name and proving my innocence.

The wind blew hard at the watchtower, and my hair was a mess by the time I arrived there.

Carlson turned around and caught sight of me and my windswept hair. I was panting hard, and his eyebrows immediately shot to his forehead as he looked at me impatiently.

"What the hell are you doing here now? Is the video not embarrassing enough for you?"

I couldn't be bothered explaining myself and hurriedly lifted my shirt to expose the butterfly-shaped birthmark on my abdomen.

"The wolf in the video isn't me, Alpha! See, I have a birthmark right here, but the wolf in the video didn't! Selena was the one who framed me! You need to clarify—"

Before I could finish my sentence, he interrupted me angrily.

"That's enough!"

He then abruptly shifted his gaze away from me like he'd just seen something utterly filthy and disgusting, his eyes filled with shame, anger, and disgust.

"How much longer are you going to make a fuss like this? Have you not yet completely exposed yourself in that video? Are you seriously going to expose yourself to me in my face now too?"

I froze at once, my arm stopping mid-air.

"How dare you resort to such filthy, disgusting, underhanded methods, destroying even your own reputation just so that you could ruin the marking ceremony between Selena and me? Is this how you're going to force me to get together with you?

"Do you have no shame, Ayna Radolf?"

His words cut right into my chest like a knife laced with poison, shattering the last illusion of hope in my heart.

I bit on my pale lips as all of the words I wanted to say to him died in my throat. Everything ached in pain.

I knew then that it was useless no matter what I said to him. He'd already decided that this was all a charade I had orchestrated just for the sake of forcing him into marking me instead.

When he saw that I wasn't saying anything else, the icy look in his eyes intensified.

"If you really thought that creating such a massive scandal like this would force me to mark you, then you're completely mistaken."

Every word he said was downright cruel to me.

"Listen properly. I will still find you absolutely disgusting even if you took off all your clothes and kneeled down before me right now. I will never, ever like you for the rest of my life! Not even in my next life, if there ever was one! Got that?"

The hand that I'd used to lift the hem of my shirt fell limply to my side.

I then lowered my eyes, completely losing all strength to argue with him.

"Reflect properly on your actions. If there's a next time, I won't even hesitate marrying you off to a random Alpha as a marriage alliance!"

Just then, a few warriors and healers rushed into the watchtower in a hurry before setting down the stretcher behind them.

Selena was lying on it, barely breathing.

"What happened?" Carlson demanded at once, his pupils constricting as he rushed over to her.

The healer sighed helplessly and said, "Alpha, Selena wasn't able to find you and suffered severe eye damage due to excessive grief. She can't wait any longer. She needs to undergo surgery immediately—"

Before the healer was even done speaking, I interrupted him and looked at Carlson.

"I agree to the surgery. However, don't forget the pact we agreed on beforehand. After the surgery is over, you must get Neil to post a notice on the forum announcing my departure from Moonshadow Pack.

"And from then on, we will be even and not owe each other anything anymore. What you do after that is none of my concern, and vice versa."

Carlson agreed to it immediately.

…

Selena's wails echoed incessantly as we lay on the operating table in the healing center.

The healer in charge of the surgery looked at my pure, silver eyes, and couldn't bring himself to operate on me. His voice trembled as he told Carlson, "Alpha, the white wolf is the pack's lucky symbol. I just can't do it!"

"You useless piece of trash!" Carlson roared at the healer, snatching the scalpel from his hands. "I'll do it!"

My fingers trembled violently.

As expected, even though the timeline had changed in this lifetime, I still couldn't escape the fate of having my eye gouged out by Carlson's own hands.

Just then, the healer's assistant rushed in.

"Alpha! The scheduled anesthesia won't be arriving until tomorrow, and there's only one dose left. It's not enough for both of the patients!"

Carlson looked back and glanced at Selena, who was writhing in pain, then at me, lying on the operating table.

He didn't hesitate when he gave out his orders.

"Give Selena the dose."

The assistant hesitated. "But what about Ms. Radolf—"

"She is a white wolf. She has strong regenerative abilities. She can put up with it."

Carlson coldly interrupted the assistant's words as he began walking toward me menacingly with the scalpel in his hands.

He figured that it wasn't a big deal just to dig out one of my eyeballs. After all, he had killed many wolves and witnessed countless bloody battles, so this should be a piece of cake for him.

However, when he saw my eyes looking at him, he suddenly began sweating from his palms as memories from when we were ten flashed through his mind.

Back then, I had just gotten a minor scrape on my palm and immediately began wailing in pain, and he had to bribe me with ten lollipops to make me feel better.

Nobody knew how much I was afraid of pain more than he did.

He suddenly began to panic.

However, Selena's painful whines and whimpers still continued floating into his ears.

He forcefully suppressed the panic in his heart and spoke in a low voice that he probably didn't even realize was trembling a little.

"Don't be afraid, Ayna. I'll be gentle. It'll stop hurting very soon."

However, I just stared up at the ceiling blankly with my lifeless eyes like I never heard a word he said.

Excruciating pain instantly swept through my entire body the moment the sharp scalpel pierced into my eye socket.

It hurt so much that my veins immediately bulged with pain, and my body convulsed violently. However, I bit down on my lips and refused to let out a single peep.

Ultimately, I still passed out from the pain.

The surgery was over an hour later.

When I woke up again, I felt a horrible hollowness in my left eye that was also throbbing with pain.

I was now a disabled wolf.

I looked around the ward and realized that it was completely empty. Not a single soul was there with me.

I numbly forced a bitter smile on my lips, struggled to get to my feet, and stumbled out of the ward, relying on my only remaining right eye for sight.

Carlson was in the next-door ward, holding Selena's hand in his as he gently comforted her, "Alright, it shouldn't hurt anymore. You've only just received the eyeball. It's normal for you not to get used to it just yet."

When he saw me coming over, he averted his gaze for a split moment before frowning and saying, "Why aren't you resting in your bed?"

I didn't answer his question and instead said dryly, "Kindly keep your promise to me, Alpha Carlson, and make the announcement to the whole pack."

Carlson's expression fell as soon as he heard me say that. He thought that I was there to seek comfort from him, but I had only gone over to sever all ties with him.

"You're really—fine! Go ahead!"

He felt a surge of inexplicable anger welling up inside him. He raised his voice at me and said, "Since you're being such an ungrateful brat, then I'll just grant you exactly what you asked for! Neil!"

Carlson beckoned to Neil with a frustrated wave of his hand and told him to do just that.

A few minutes later, Neil published an official announcement on the top of the pack's online forum.

"Official Announcement: White Wolf Ayna Radolf will be leaving Moonshadow Pack at her own discretion. From this day onward, her fate is no longer in the hands of Alpha Carlson Moonclaw."

A relieved smile finally appeared on my pale face when I saw the announcement pinned to the top.

I didn't linger after that. I just dragged my wounded self and walked out of the healing center.

This was goodbye.

I never wanted to see Carlson ever again.