Chapter 207
Chapter 207
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After leaving Cora that afternoon, Rowan drove straight to his office in Blackfang. With his stay in Lunaris, most affairs had been left in the hands of his subordinates-everything should have been running lawlessly. And yet, the moment he stepped back into his own territory, something felt off.
Too still.
Too empty.
His gaze swept across the room, a faint crease forming between his brows.
Where were the vases of fresh flowers that used to brighten every surface?
Where was the tray of food that always sat untouched in the corner of his desk?
Where was the soft glow of the scented candle that lingered with a calming fragrance, carefully placed as though it mattered?
Gone.
All of it.
Because those were things Lylah had done.
And now she was gone p>
Never to return to him.
A hollow ache tore through Rowan, sharper than any blade, deeper than any wound his wolf had ever endured.
“Lylah…” His voice was low, breaking in the silence. “Everything in my life died the moment you left p>
The words scraped out of him, raw and unguarded. His wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin, grief turning feral, clawing for something it could no longer reach,
Guilt struck next-sudden and merciless.
It hit hard enough that his knees nearly gave way,
“Lylah… come back,” he whispered hoarsely, the plea collapsing into silence.
No answer came.
Only emptiness.
It was well past sunset when Rowan returned to his mansion. The corridors were quiet-Eldric, Daia,
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Orion, and Cora had gone out for a stroll, leaving the space steeped in stillness. Without hesitation, he headed for the second floor p>
To Lylah’s room.
His hand lingered on the door for a brief second before he pushed it open.
The air inside felt dead p>
The room had lost its warmth, its life-stripped bare of the presence that had once filled it so effortlessly. His wolf recoiled at the absence, restless and agitated.
But on the bed-
There were still remnants.
Gifts he had given her. Simple trinkets she had made for him in return. All the pieces Lylah had once sold at the pack’s flea market-items Gavriel had retrieved under Rowan’s orders.
“Azrel,” Rowan called through the mind link.
Moments later, his new Beta stepped into the room, bowing his head slightly. “You called for me, Alpha p>
Rowan didn’t look at him. His gaze remained fixed on the scattered items, now dulled beneath a thin layer of dust. “I need you to arrange… a spectacle p>
Azrel hesitated. “A spectacle, Alpha p>
“These,” Rowan said, stepping closer, his fingers brushing over them as if they might come alive again. “These were things Lylah made for me herself. Post them. Make it large-something that spreads across media. Ensure it reaches Lunaris. But keep it anonymous p>
Azrel’s brows knit slightly. “What is the intention, Alpha p>
Rowan’s jaw tightened, something darker slipping into his expression. “She needs to see it. She needs to feel it. Write it in devastation. Make it clear how broken I am now that I’ve lost my little moon.” His wolf stirred, possessive even in loss. “She’ll understand p>
Azrel nodded. “It will be done, Alpha p>
It didn’t take long.
By nightfall, the post had spread-carefully crafted, deliberately placed. Azrel had even hired professionals to ensure it would appear where it mattered most.
On Lylah’s screen.
Lylah sat across from Tiara at dinner when her phone lit up.
A post and words soaked in sorrow.
Tiara leaned over, eyes narrowing as she read.
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“I knew it,” she snapped, straightening. “There’s only one person dramatic enough to pull something like this! Alpha Rowan p>
Lylah said nothing at first, her gaze lingering on the images.
“That jerk is trying to guilt-trip you,” Tiara continued, scoffing. “Don’t even look at it. Close your phone p>
But Lylah didn’t move. Her brows slowly drew together. “These aren’t things I made for him p>
Tiara blinked. “What p>
“I know what I gave him, Tiara,” Lylah said quietly. “The shawl I made was blue. Not green. And these shoes…” She shook her head faintly. “They’re store-bought. I don’t recognize half of these things p>
Silence fell between them.
Then,
“Oh my-” Tiara stared at the screen again, horrified. “You’re telling me he went through all that effort and still got it wrong p>
Lylah let out a soft, humorless breath. “Because Rowan never cared about what I gave him. All he cared about was making me feel guilty p>
Tiara groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Wow. The secondhand embarrassment p>
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