"Alright, Luna Valloren. I will inform you once the bond is officially broken. It will take about one moon cycle."
"Understood. Thank you, Zorven."
Valea ended the call through her crystal communicator. After that, she began preparing the items she would carry when she left the Alpha villa.
The grand villa they built during fifteen winters of their bond now meant nothing to her. She threw away all the gifts and spirit jewels, even the preserved moon flowers Renwick had given her when they first marked each other.
There was nothing she wished to take.
All the lands, wealth and trade rights Renwick gave her remained within this territory.
Valea would leave everything behind to cut all ties with Renwick Valloren.
She had not told her birth pack about her decision. They believed she lived happily as Luna and that Renwick was a worthy Alpha in their eyes.
If they knew she wanted to break the bond, they would stop her and inform Renwick.
Then everything would fail and the alliance between the two great packs would remain untouched.
Valea decided she would speak only after everything was done.
At that time, no one could stop her.
Renwick, Davinia and Arion returned to the villa. Valea didn’t greet them and walked straight into the bathing chamber.
When she came out wearing a thin night robe, Renwick was already inside, his shirt partly undone.
Without a word, Valea sat before the mirror and began her routine.
Renwick stepped behind her and pressed her shoulders gently.
"I returned late. Arion wanted to visit the amusement grounds, so we stayed longer than planned."
"Hm. It doesn’t matter."
Renwick lowered his head and rested his chin on her shoulder, brushing his lips against her neck.
The scent of his rich wolf musk mixed with a strong rose fragrance made her feel sick. She forced a faint smile, knowing very well who used that scent.
"Valea, stay calm today," Renwick whispered near her ear. "Are you uneasy because Davinia is here?"
"No," Valea answered softly.
"She’s only family. She belongs to the Valloren bloodline."
"I understand."
"Are you upset because Arion is closer to her?"
"No. They’re mother and pup. It’s natural."
Renwick watched her through the mirror, sensing something strange in her calm face. He had felt this change since Davinia returned. He believed it was because Valea disliked Arion growing close to his birth mother.
Valea met his gaze calmly, hiding all emotion.
"Don’t be angry with Arion. He’s our heir. We must raise him well since we have no pup of our own."
"Hm," she replied coldly.
"If only you could give me a pup..." Renwick stopped himself before finishing.
They had no pup for fifteen winters. Renwick never complained, because their bond was meant to unite two powerful packs.
"Don’t lose hope. We can try again," he murmured near her lips.
Valea’s body stiffened as his hand slid along her robe. Before he could see the scar on her chest, she pushed him away.
"What’s wrong?"
"I am not well. My moon cycle has come," Valea said flatly.
At that moment, the communicator on the bedside table lit up.
"Your device is ringing," she said, turning her face away.
Renwick clicked his tongue and picked it up.
"Speak."
"Renwick, can you come here?" Davinia’s voice trembled.
"What happened?" His tone turned urgent.
"I heard something in my chamber. I think someone entered. I am afraid."
"Don’t fear. I am coming now."
He stepped away from Valea and grabbed a silver weapon from the drawer.
"Stay here. I will check it," he said, already moving toward the door.
He didn’t even look back at her.
Valea let out a cold laugh. She already knew this was another act.
The servants had whispered that Davinia panicked after seeing her window open during her bath and thought she saw a shadow outside.
Not long after, Renwick and Davinia stood at her door.
"What is it?" Valea asked calmly.
"Valea, Davinia’s room is not safe. We have not found the intruder. She’s too frightened to stay there. For now, she will live here."
Valea’s face turned pale.
"Renwick, are you serious?"
His expression hardened. "This room has the strongest protection. She will be safe here. You can move to another chamber."
"This is our room, Renwick. How can you bring another she-wolf here and force me out?" Valea said, her voice shaking as tears filled her eyes.
This was their sacred chamber. Every detail was chosen by her. Every memory of their winters together lived here.
How could he push her out so easily?
Davinia trembled and hid behind Renwick, holding his arm.
"It’s fine. I can stay anywhere. Maybe I should leave this place."
Renwick softened and touched her arm.
"It’s dangerous outside at night. That intruder is targeting you. You’re the only one being threatened. I must protect you."
"But what about Luna Valea?"
Renwick looked at Valea with indifference.
"Valea, you’re older. You should understand. Let her have this room."
"You worry about her safety, but what about mine? If that intruder comes for me..."
He cut her off.
"You grew up among strong wolves. You have faced danger many times. You can protect yourself. Davinia cannot."
Without waiting for her answer, he ordered a servant to move her belongings.
Valea clenched her fists. Pain filled her chest.
Since Davinia returned, everything had changed. Renwick no longer cared about pretending to be a good mate.
"I am sorry, Valea. I didn’t wish to push you out..." Davinia said softly, though a faint smile appeared on her lips.
"Don’t apologize. You didn’thing wrong," Renwick said coldly. "Don’t blame her."
"I said nothing," Valea replied quietly.
"Renwick, can you stay with me? I am still afraid," Davinia said as she leaned against him weakly.
"I will stay with you."
Without another glance at Valea, he led Davinia into the room.
The door closed right in front of her.
Valea stood there, breathing slowly, her hands clenched so tight they trembled, her chest heavy with pain.
