The Alpha’s Rebellious Fiancee novel Chapter 25

Lyra (Seraphina)

He was gone before I even woke up. No note. No sound. No trace.

Just cold sheets and an aching body that still remembered the way he touched me, the way he kissed me like I was the only thing that ever made him feel alive.

And now?

Gone.

After he fucked my brains out and whispered things I shouldn’t have let myself believe… he just disappeared like it meant nothing.

Again.

I sat at the edge of the bed for a long time, wrapped in silence and the blanket that still smelled like him.

And I hated it.

I hated the confusion in my chest, the way my heart felt like it was being pulled in two directions—one begging me to believe he cared, the other screaming at me to run before he breaks me completely.

I needed air.

The forest was quiet as I wandered through the trees, cool morning light filtering through the leaves. I walked aimlessly, trying to calm the storm in my head.

But nothing helped. Not the wind. Not the birds. Not even the distance I was putting between us. My thoughts were louder than ever.

I saw red.

I didn’t wait for an explanation. Didn’t wait to scream or cry or let him see me break. I stormed into our room, my footsteps echoing like thunder.

I threw open the wardrobe, grabbed the leather bag I came with, and began stuffing it full of clothes—whatever I could grab, whatever I could find.

I didn’t pack neatly. Didn’t fold. Didn’t care. My fingers found the Luna crest tucked in the drawer. The one that symbolized my bond to him. My duty to this pack.

The one thing that had felt like power, but now felt like a prison.

I stared at it for a long time. Then I set it gently on the bed. Right where he’d see it.

I didn’t cry. Not even once.

I didn’t have tears left for Lucien Asher.