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Chapter4
Fenrir had been looking forward to this birthday party for days.
To him, it didn’t matter if he had to call Corvin “Alpha.”
As long as they could cut the cake together, it would be enough.
But just as he reached for the knife, a pale hand closed over Corvin’s wrist.
“Wait.”
Lilith’s voice was as sweet as honey, yet every word sliced like a blade. “That’s not where you should be standing.”
She smiled at Corvin. “Did you forget? A pup born without a mating mark is a bastard.”
My chest tightened.
I finally understood, this summons hadn’t come from Corvin at all.
It was Lilith’s trap.
She didn’t want some perfect ceremony. She wanted to shatter the last scrap of dignity Fenrir had left, publicly.
It was unspeakably cruel to do that to a pup.
I stepped in front of him, blocking every prying gaze.
“Corvin, is that true?”
His eyes flickered, but he still said, “He… isn’t my son. By pack law, he’s from a branch family.”
Lilith’s smile bloomed wider, radiant with triumph.
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
“So he’s a bastard.”
“The main hall is for pureblood wolves. What are they doing here?”
Fenrir looked like a sapling ripped from the earth, his face bloodless, his small body trembling.
I strode forward, and without hesitation, slammed the towering eight–tier cake off the altar.
The crash echoed through the hall, frosting and sponge scattering as the ceremonial lights flickered out.
Chaos erupted.
I swept my gaze across the room, my voice cold and clear
“You believe he’s the chosen Alpha 1 don’t. I don’t believe in a coward who won’t even acknowledge his own pup.”
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“Break her bones, then throw her out.”
Fists rained down. My joints cracked under the blows.
Fenrir tried to run to me, sobbing, but I pushed him toward safety with all my strength, shielding him from the strikes.
I caught sight of Corvin in the distance, hesitating.
But then Lilith brushed his arm, and he stepped back.
In that moment, my heart went cold.
The pain in my body was nothing compared to the collapse inside me.
I closed my eyes. Every blow felt like it was shattering the last fragile thread of trust I’d ever had in that man.
Fenrir dropped to his knees among the crumbs of cake and splatters of blood, bowing to Con
“Alpha Corvin, we were wrong. Please… let my mom go.”
The entire hall went still.
Corvin froze, as if he hadn’t heard him right. “What did you just say?”
Fenrir stood, eyes red, and reached for the wolf–tooth pendant around his neck, the very first gift Corvin had ever given him.
He set it gently down among the ruined cake.
“You gave me this. Now I’m giving it back.
From today on, my mom and I don’t belong here.”
Then he turned to help me up, his small frame straining to support my bloodied arm.
Step by step, we walked out of the decorated hall.
No one stopped us. No one saw us off.
They had pretended we didn’t exist for a long time already.
That night, Corvin didn’t come.
The next day, he still didn’t.
News from the hall spread, on the full moon, Corvin and Lilith would complete their final mating ritual.
Preparations had already begun on the sacred mountain for the ceremony.
In our home, the fire roared.
I burned everything I had brought with me. Nothing remained
Every memory of Corvin was buried in the flames,
Whatever we’d had, it wasn’t a boud, it wasn’t a partnership
It was the worst mistake of my life-
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