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For five years, I stood by Alpha Victor.
When his spine was shattered, I sold my beloved violin to pay for the healer.
The moment he could walk again, he placed his mate mark on my neck.
But during a check-up for a recent illness, the healer told me it was just an artificial tattoo, etched while I slept—not a real mark.
I stormed into his company, only to overhear him and other werewolves laughing:
“Victor, you completed the marking with your secretary behind Freya's back. Aren't you afraid she'll find out?”
“She’ll never find out.”
“That little she-wolf is wild—a freak in the sheets. Not like Freya. She’s too damn proper.”
Standing outside the door, I dialed the number I hadn’t touched in five years.
“In five days, make me disappear.”

Shattered Strings, Forged Mark, and My Second Chance

After the final show of the tour, Victor cornered me backstage, a massive bouquet of flowers in his hands.


"Freya, we were so in love," his voice trembled. "We can have more pups, just give me one more chance..."


I took a step back, turning to reveal the smooth, unmarked nape of my neck. "Victor, the fake mark is gone. Please, disappear from my life."


He staggered backward, melting into the crowd just as Gideon arrived to pick me up.


Gideon was just reaching for my violin case when the piercing roar of an engine echoed from across the street.


A car came barreling straight toward us, completely out of control.


Through the windshield, I saw Victor's face, twisted in a savage snarl. "If he's the one who stole you, then he can die!"


"Freya!" Gideon violently shoved me out of the way.


CRASH! The car slammed into the brick wall, thick smoke billowing from the wreckage.


Chapter 10