I don’t know how long it has been. When I woke again, there were sirens, people shouting, hands moving around me. They said I was lucky. They said I survived. I didn’t feel lucky.
At the hospital, they treated my wounds and told me to stay, but I refused. What was the point? I went back to the glass house alone.
The place he built for me, every detail made just to make me smile. Now it didn’t feel like mine anymore. Chiara had only been there for two months, but she was everywhere. Her clothes, her scent, her things filling spaces that used to be mine.
My dressing room was a mess, my music room filled with her stuff like I’d never existed. Even the wooden carving I made for him, the one he once held like it meant everything, was lying on the floor, crooked and forgotten. I stared at it for a long time. Did he really cry back then… or was that fake too?
Outside, the sky was completely dark. A whole day and night had passed, and he never came back. Of course he didn’t. He was with her.
I smiled a little, but it felt empty. I wiped the blood from my lips slowly, then took out the papers I prepared and placed them inside the mailbox at the front of the glass house.
The first thing I grabbed was the test report from that cursed bouquet Chiara gave me yesterday.
I opened it slowly, my fingers trembling, and my chest ached like someone had slammed a fist into it.
The bouquet wasn’t just flowers. It was packed with intoxicating spices. The rogue wolf and the shadow lynx went berserk because of that. It wasn’t an accident. It was planned. Deliberate. And he never noticed, never questioned, never even blinked while I almost died.
I clutched the second item, my hands shaking so hard the papers crumpled. It was my medical report from the hospital.
The miscarriage. My child. My baby. All because he chose Chiara. Again. Just like that night with the rogue wolves, when I was thrown into their cage, my body battered, freezing, suffocating, and he… he saved her instead of me.
He made me suffer through the silver whips for her apology show, and he let me bleed, thrash, nearly die, while she watched. And now I knew—he’d done it twice. Twice he’d indirectly killed a child I carried for him.
And the third thing… my chest tightened when I held the broken diamond ring. The one he picked himself in Africa five years ago, polished until it shined a million times.
A half-year of patience, a symbol of his devotion, he said. He said he’d love me forever, that I was the only one. That ring had meant everything. And now, it was nothing. He left it to remind me what love could look like when it was fake.
I whispered to myself, almost laughing bitterly, “Drake, it was you… it was all you.”
The helicopter’s roar cut through the sky and I squinted up, seeing a familiar face poking its head out.
“Aren’t you leaving, Alice?” Alaric called.
I hesitated a moment, then forced a smile through the burning pain in my chest. “Do you have a lighter, Alaric?”
He whistled and tossed a box down. “That’s all I got.”
“Good enough,” I said, gripping the match box tight. My fingers shook so badly, I thought I might drop it.
Step by step, I walked toward the glass house. Every step burned in my legs, every breath in my chest was heavy with memories of what once felt like home. The walls had seen laughter, music, warmth, and now… they’d see fire.
I thought about Drake. About his hands on me, soft and warm, the alpha that claimed me. About the nights I thought we shared something sacred. My throat hurt. My eyes burned. My heart felt like it had been hollowed out. And yet… I had to do this.
I held up the match, my other hand pressed to my neck where his mark had been. The imprint burned under my fingers. Pain shot through me, sharp and deep, and I gritted my teeth.
I whispered to the shadows of that glass house, to the ghosts of the life I lost, “I am Luna Chloe Brightman. I reject you, Alpha Drake Thornhill. I sever the bond. You are no longer mine.”
The pain hit like a wave, electric, burning through my veins. I grabbed the mark and pulled. It screamed in my mind. My body convulsed, but I held on.
I felt him inside me, the bond snapping, tearing apart. My lungs burned, my tears mixed with blood and sweat, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not anymore.
I struck the match.
And I threw it at the glass house.
The flames erupted immediately, roaring higher than I thought possible. I could see the windows shattering, the roof collapsing, and the rooms where my laughter had once lived now swallowed by fire. The scent of smoke and burning wood stung my nose, and my heart twisted. Every memory of him, every promise, every lie… everything vanished into the flames.
Alaric’s voice came from behind me, steady and calm. “Are you okay, Chloe?”
I nodded, but my lips barely moved. “I’m fine. I’m free now.”
He didn’t argue. He knew better.
I glanced back once at the burning house.
And I felt it. The emptiness. The cold, crushing void.
But I kept moving. Step by step, toward the helicopter. I climbed aboard, the engine shaking the night, the wind whipping my hair, the flames behind me like a warning to anyone who thought they could ever hold me again.
“This is it. Goodbye, Drake. Goodbye, everything you ever promised.”
The helicopter lifted into the sky, cutting through the darkness toward the ocean, and I let the wind carry away the last pieces of what he thought he owned.
I was gone.
