Remi's POV

The slap echoed in my ears, and for a moment, everything went still. The world blurred, the crowd’s murmurs faded, and all I could hear was the sting of Eros’s palm across my cheek. My face burned, but it wasn’t just from the physical pain—it was from the humiliation, the coldness in his eyes. The man I had loved, the man I had sacrificed everything for, had just slapped me like I was nothing. Not his Luna. Not his mate. Just a nuisance.

Tears welled in my eyes, but I forced them back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break further. But it was too much. My chest ached, a tightness that had been growing for weeks, months, years now. I was drowning in it.

“Remi!” Eros’s voice cut through the thick tension, sharp and accusatory. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. The room had fallen silent, the eyes of the pack members all trained on me, but their judgment was nothing compared to the burning fury in Eros’s gaze.

“Enough,” came my father’s voice, booming across the room. Alpha Donovan. “Remi, you are ruining the mood. Today is supposed to be a celebration. We have our beloved real daughter back, and here you are, crying and sobbing.”

His words hit like a physical blow. Real daughter. The phrase stung, a reminder that I had never truly belonged here, that I had only ever been a placeholder, a mistake—a mistake they were now eager to correct.

“You’re such a bummer,” my mother, Luna Kierra, chimed in with disgust. “You ruin the atmosphere every time you’re here. Go cry somewhere else. This is a celebration for Daisy, not you.”

I couldn’t stop the sob that escaped my lips. My heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest. Leave, they said. Go somewhere else, they demanded.

So, I left.

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t try to explain. There was no point. Not when my own parents, the very people who were supposed to love me, had turned their backs on me. Not when Eros, the man I had given everything to, had slapped me and humiliated me in front of everyone. There was nothing left here for me.

As I stepped out into the cold night air, my wolf roared inside me. The fury was burning—my body was trembling with it. The anger, the rage, the betrayal—everything was clawing at me, urging me to tear down this world that had rejected me—urging me to use the power of the moonstone that made me stronger.

But then, my hand instinctively pressed to my abdomen. I was pregnant. I can’t, I thought, swallowing back the fire. Not yet. My wolf growled in protest, but I knew this wasn’t the time. I couldn’t risk my baby. I couldn’t let my rage destroy the fragile life I was carrying. So, I walked. Slowly, deliberately, I walked away from everything I had ever known.

I wandered aimlessly through the streets, my heart heavy and my mind clouded with a mix of anger and despair. I didn’t know where I was going. All I knew was that I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t stay in a place where I was nothing. Where I was nobody. I wasn’t even the Alpha’s daughter anymore. I was just… Remi.

Eventually, I made my way home—the packhouse I had once thought of as mine. The place where Eros and I had built our life together, or so I thought. The door opened with a creak, and I stepped inside, my heart sinking with each step. The house felt colder than it ever had before. The walls, once warm with memories of our love, now seemed suffocating.

And then, I heard it. The sound that shattered my last shred of hope.

Moaning. Soft, breathy moans that made my stomach churn. Eros and Daisy. In our bed. In the bed that had once been ours.

I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart in my throat as I heard their voices. Eros's deep, familiar tone. Daisy’s breathy giggles. "You’re so much better than her," I heard Eros say, his voice laced with a smug satisfaction. "Remi’s so boring. She’s like a lifeless doll in bed."

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The words echoed in my head, the realization that Eros had never cared for me, never loved me like he should have. He had never seen me. Not really.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as Daisy’s laughter rang out, followed by a soft sigh of satisfaction. “She’s nothing compared to me,” she purred. “I’m glad I’m finally where I belong.”

My wolf howled in fury, the desire to lash out so strong that it was nearly overwhelming. But I forced it down. I couldn’t lose control. Not now. Not when I had so much at stake.

I didn’t know how long they shared my bed together. All I knew was after some time, Daisy finally left.

I turned and walked away, but not before I heard the door creak open. Eros stepped into the hallway, looking at me with that same indifferent expression, as though I were nothing more than an inconvenience.

“You’re here,” he said, as though addressing a servant. “I’m hungry. Make me something to eat.”

I didn’t move. I didn’t even flinch. Instead, I walked past him, heading straight for the photos—the memories I had once cherished—scattered across the room. I collected them, one by one, until they were all in a box. Pictures of me and Eros, of the life I thought we had. And then, I took the box outside.

I set it on fire.

The flames flickered, licking at the edges of the memories I had tried to hold on to. I felt a strange sense of relief as the paper curled and blackened. The life I thought I had was gone, burned to ashes.

Eros came outside, his voice sharp. “What are you doing? Are you deaf? I told you to cook something.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. His words didn’t matter anymore. Nothing he said could reach me.

“There’s food in the fridge,” I said, my voice cold and empty. “You can eat it yourself.”

As the flames grew higher, I thought about how much I hated this house now. The walls, the furniture—it all reeked of Daisy. The scent of her filled every corner, and it made my stomach turn. This house doesn’t belong to me anymore.

I set a timer. Tomorrow, when I was already gone, when I was far away, this house would burn to the ground. A fitting end for everything it had represented.

With one last glance at the fire, I grabbed the divorce agreement I had prepared after I was asked to leave the party last time. Thankfully, my good friend was able to make me this document in a rush. It was time to make this official.

When I returned inside, Eros was still on the phone with Daisy, completely ignoring me. I stood in front of him, holding the papers. “Sign this,” I said, my voice steady despite the pain. “It’s a pack issue agreement.”

Without even glancing up, he took the papers, signed them casually, and shoved them back at me. “Leave me alone now.”

I nodded, my heart breaking with every passing second. As I turned to leave, I whispered to myself, “I will. Forever.”

Remi's POV

I sat at the desk in the quiet corner of my bedroom, the weight of everything pressing on me. The pain, the betrayal, the rage—it all boiled together, clouding my thoughts. I had to do this. I had to leave, and for once, I wasn’t going to look back.

The pen shook in my hand as I began to write. It was hard to find the right words, but I knew I couldn’t leave without saying something. Something to Eros. Something to him that would mark the end of everything I had ever thought was real between us.

I began to write:

Eros,

I couldn’t stand this anymore. I’m done here. You’ve destroyed every part of me I thought you loved. I can’t pretend anymore, not for you, not for anyone. I’m leaving. For good.

You don’t know, do you? You didn’t even care to notice. I’m pregnant. A week ago, I was at that damn gift box, trying to surprise you with my pregnancy, and you were too busy thinking about Daisy. The one you were so eager to have beside you, the one who took my place, the one you’ve made me nothing but a shadow in comparison to.

I always thought that you loved me, that we had something special. But now, I see it for what it was. Five years of my life—our life—meant nothing to you. The moments we shared together, the love I gave you, were nothing but garbage to you.

I know you’ve grown sick of me. I know I’m boring, I know I’m not her. I don’t have what she does. But now, you don’t need to endure me anymore, because I’m leaving. I’m walking away from everything, from you, from your lies, from this place.

Goodbye, Eros. For the last time.

Forever,

Remi

I stared at the letter, my heart torn in every direction. It wasn’t just the end of a relationship—it was the end of everything I had known, everything I had fought for. A part of me wanted to keep fighting, to demand answers, to scream at him for everything he had put me through. But I knew deep down that there would be no point. There was nothing left here for me.

I folded the letter carefully and placed it in the box, alongside the divorce agreement I had prepared earlier. The weight of the documents in the box felt almost symbolic. This was it—the final step.

I looked around the room, the space that once held so many memories, now only a place of torment. The scent of Daisy lingered in the air, tainting everything. It made my stomach churn, but I had no time for this. I couldn’t stay here any longer. It was time to go.

I carried the box down the stairs and out the back door, slipping through the packhouse and towards the office building where the Alpha’s office was located. I needed to make sure this box—this final piece of my past—was somewhere Eros could find immediately.

The walk to the Alpha office was quiet, my steps echoing in the stillness. Later, after leaving this pack, as soon as the timer sets off—the packhouse will be a literal burning hell so I had to place these papers somewhere out of the fire.

The house would burn down tonight. I had set the timer before leaving, and the house would go up in flames once I was far away, out of reach. There was no turning back now.

I reached the office and placed the box on the desk, hidden behind stacks of papers. With one last glance at the office, I turned and walked away, heading straight for the airport.

As I boarded the plane, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the final chapter of my life here. It wasn’t just the end of my relationship with Eros. It was the end of everything. I didn’t belong here anymore, not in the pack, not in this house. Not with him.

As I took my seat and strapped myself in, my thoughts drifted. I could feel the weight of my decision settling on my chest. It wasn’t just the fire I had set. It was the life I was leaving behind.

Then, something caught my attention. On the large screen in the airport terminal, a news report flashed. The royal family was making headlines. It was a story about the king and queen searching for their real daughter—their stolen daughter.

I froze. The royal family had been searching for their real daughter for over 20 years. She was taken from them right after birth, and they had never stopped looking for her. They claimed to have seen a birthmark on her left wrist—a sign of her true identity.

I glanced down at my own left wrist, the wrist where I had always known there was a small mark, a crescent-shaped birthmark. My mind raced, but I quickly shook my head. No, it couldn’t be. It was just a coincidence, wasn’t it?

But my thoughts couldn’t settle. I kept staring at the screen, my heart pounding. I ignored the thought, pushing it aside. There was no way it was true. It was just some random coincidence, a random birthmark. Before I could think about it any further, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at the screen, and my heart sank.

Eros.

I refused to answer.

The buzzing intensified. The messages came in, flooding my phone. “Our house is on fire. Are you in the house? Answer me immediately. What’s going on?”

Then another one. “I knew you weren’t in the house. Where are you? Come back now. Daisy’s suddenly so ill. I heard you have the Moonstone. You can help her. You need to come back right now.”

I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Still asking for the Moonstone? Still asking me to sacrifice everything for them?They hadn’t changed, and they never would. They were just using me.

The next message came, more frantic than the others. “What’s with the divorce agreement? I don’t remember signing this. What’s going on? Listen, I can explain. Come back. I can explain everything.”

I scoffed. Explain? Now he wanted to explain?

Another message. “Why can’t I feel the mate bond anymore? Why does it feel so distant? Where are you?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I blocked him without hesitation, cutting off all ties. The mate bond? It was broken the moment he chose Daisy over me.

I leaned back in my seat, staring out the window as the plane began to taxi down the runway. I had done it. I had left everything behind.

I was finally free.

And I would never go back.