I stayed with Ethan Hudson for seven years. He grew bored of me. He found a younger werewolf girl in the clan. I didn't plead for him to stay this time. I discarded the mate-bond stone, burned the protection bracelet I crafted, and left the clan that night. His friends ridiculed me, wagering how soon I'd beg for reconciliation. Ethan, arm around his new girl, laughed and said, "Three days tops. She'll come back crying." Three days passed, then another three, and I never returned. Ethan couldn't wait any longer and contacted me first. "Sylvie, enough with the tantrum..." Victor Wilson, his rival, cut in on the phone. "Ethan, you've got to move fast to win someone back. Too late, and a good girl's gone." Ethan's howl nearly broke the receiver. "Get Sylvie on the phone!" Victor kissed me softly and said, "She can't. She's worn out from last night and just fell asleep."
I stayed with Ethan Hudson for seven years. He grew bored of me.
He found a younger werewolf girl in the clan.
I didn't plead for him to stay this time.
I discarded the mate-bond stone, burned the protection bracelet I crafted, and left the clan that night.
His friends ridiculed me, wagering how soon I'd beg for reconciliation.
Ethan, arm around his new girl, laughed and said, "Three days tops. She'll come back crying."
Three days passed, then another three, and I never returned.
Ethan couldn't wait any longer and contacted me first. "Sylvie, enough with the tantrum..."
Victor Wilson, his rival, cut in on the phone. "Ethan, you've got to move fast to win her back. Too late, and a good girl's gone."
Ethan's howl nearly broke the receiver. "Get Sylvie on the phone!"
Victor kissed me softly and said, "She can't. She's worn out from last night and just fell asleep."
1
Our seventh anniversary with Ethan came.
I held a newly made protection bracelet, ready to propose.
Bad timing struck. A key clan meeting happened, and I arrived late.
At the clan hall's entrance, laughter echoed.
"Sylvie? Dull," Ethan's voice said casually. "Not like the new girl I'm into."
A werewolf chuckled. "Seven years? That'd get stale."
Ethan sipped his whiskey. "Holding her hand feels like my left touching my right."
The room's werewolves roared with laughter. "Seven years, man. Sylvie's lasted long with you."
"But she's stunning, though. Few in the clan match her."
"Her figure's killer. That red dress at the last gathering? Every male wolf stared."
"She's a fierce hunter too. Last contest, she shot a boar's head clean through. So badass. I love a female wolf like that."
Ethan stayed silent at their teasing.
Someone asked, "Alpha, you chased Sylvie so hard back then. Really letting her go?"
"What's to keep?" Ethan's tone chilled. "Anyone's boring after seven years."
"Yeah," another added. "Same meat daily for seven years? You'd hate it."
"Alpha, if you and Sylvie split, can I try for her?"
"Go ahead," Ethan replied, sipping again, unconcerned. "Anyone who wants her can."
He didn't look up.
"Come on," someone mocked. "With all the young female werewolves, why go for one that's been played out?"
Laughter shook the hall.
I gripped the bracelet in my pocket, the moonlight stone biting my palm.
I texted Ethan. "Something came up. Going home."
As I turned, my skirt swept leaves on the steps, rustling softly.
Back at the empty house, I tossed the bracelet into the bottom of a drawer.
That night, moonlight slipped through the curtain gaps, and I stared at the ceiling until dawn.
That was the night I decided to leave.
Within days, word spread through the clan.
Ethan was chasing a newly matured werewolf girl, young and innocent, never in love.
He pursued her boldly, just like he had with me years ago, making sure the whole clan, the entire settlement knew.
He gave her a house at the highest point in the clan's forest, where the full moon's silver glow shone brightest.
The car he gifted her had the clan's crest on the door, the exact model he once promised me.
Even the rare wolfsbane flowers, hardest to pick, arrived daily in bundles.
The girl, unused to such pursuit, blushed and agreed to be his within days.
At a clan friend's gathering, Ethan brought her along.
The moment they walked in, the room fell silent.
A few female werewolves I was close to looked at me with worry, wanting to approach but staying still.
I tugged at my skirt and smiled. "What's wrong? Why's everyone staring at me?"
Ethan, with his arm around the girl's waist, sat on the couch and finally looked my way. "Sylvie, since we're here, I'll make things clear."
"Go ahead," I said. I picked up a glass of wine, my fingers tracing circles on its rim. I felt a mix of panic, heartbreak, and strange relief, like a weight settling.
"We've been together seven years. I'm tired of it. The spark's gone." He spoke bluntly, without hesitation. "It's just not fun anymore."
My nails dug into my palm, but I felt no pain.
My heart seemed numb, and my body followed.
"Lily's young, just matured, sweet and innocent. I really like her, and I don't want her to feel out of place in the clan." Ethan smiled and touched the girl's cheek. "I want to give her a proper mate status in the clan."
I took a sip of wine, its bitterness filling my mouth.
But I still smiled and said, "Sounds good." Ethan spoke, "We can still be friends. If you need anything in the clan, I'll help."
"No need," I said, setting down my glass and standing. "Let's keep things clean. No need to make Lily uncomfortable."
Ethan paused, staring at me.
After a few seconds, he said, "That's for the best."
"You all carry on. I'm heading out."
"Want my driver to take you?"
"No, I drove myself."
As I left the room, I heard a werewolf ask, "How long do you think Sylvie will hold out this time?"
"Two or three days?"
"I bet a week. She seems really upset this time."
Ethan glanced at the red hem of my skirt in the doorway and laughed wildly. "Just watch. In three days, she'll be crying and begging me to take her back."
"Yeah, after all these years, this drama's getting old."
"Haha, Alpha, you know Sylvie's so love-struck she can't let you go. That's why you treat her like this."
Their words stabbed my ears like needles, each one dripping with mockery.
I forced a bitter smile and hurried away from the place that humiliated me in front of my clan.
When I returned to the house Ethan and I shared, night had fallen.
I walked into the bedroom and dug out the protection bracelet from the drawer's depths.
The wolf fur woven into it came from Ethan's transformations, collected secretly by me. The moonlight stones were polished by my own hands.
Every detail was meticulous, perfect.
Traditionally, male werewolves made these, but Ethan never planned to.
I should have known then not to expect it.
I stared at it for a moment, then grabbed scissors and snipped it apart.
The bracelet fell to the floor, like a severed tail.
I gathered the pieces and tossed them into the living room fireplace.
Before leaving, I removed the mate-bond stone from my neck and placed it on the bedside table.
When packing, I took only what I'd bought myself.
I left everything Ethan gave me behind.
I thought it over and left a note with the keys on the entryway table.
The house and everything in it were his to do with as he pleased. He didn't need to ask me.
I drove away from the clan.
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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Chapter 6
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Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 9
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Chapter 10
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Chapter 11
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Chapter 12
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Chapter 13
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Chapter 14
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Chapter 15
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Chapter 16
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Chapter 17
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Chapter 18
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Chapter 19
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Chapter 20
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