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Chapter 5 Margaret's POV Beneath the eye-catching headline was a full-color group photo. George and Isla stood at the center, surrounded by members of Bluebell Pack. George's father, the elder who handled countless responsibilities for the pack, was present in person. Even George's grandfather, who rarely appeared in public, had flown in from a Swiss recovery center to hold Finley in his arms at the ceremony. Alphas from neighboring packs also attended. Almost every influential figure of the werewolf realm was there. Only then did I truly understand...

Everything George did for Isla was to honor her, to show Bluebell Pack and the entire Alpha lineage just how much they valued Finley, their newly returned heir. The memory of my own Mating Ceremony with George flashed painfully before my eyes. No family had attended. Bluebell Pack had been collapsing financially, on the verge of bankruptcy. No one had the time, energy, or care for ceremonies or celebrations. They pushed George to marry me quickly so that my father's pack, the Rosehip Pack, could rescue Bluebell Pack from collapse.

So the two of us, still studying abroad, held our Mate Ceremony in a tiny chapel in Italy. It wasn't until long after we returned to the pack continent that we finalized our mate bond deal. Back then, blinded by love, I cherished even that simple ceremony. It became one of my most precious memories of the past nine years. But now, with the Bond-Breaking Deal crumpled in my hand, even that memory felt bitter and mocking. The photo album in the article continued sliding automatically. Suddenly, I froze. A long-lens paparazzi shot zoomed in on a moment that cut like a knife.

In the midst of the joyful celebration, George lowered his head and kissed Isla gently, her face glowing with happiness. Even through the phone screen, the image radiated warmth and bliss. My already shattered heart was crushed again, as if someone gripped it hard enough to stop its beat. "Don't cry, Margaret. He isn't worth your tears or sadness." My wolf whispered softly from deep within me. I closed my eyes, pressing into her presence for comfort, but the tears still slipped free. I had always known Isla Cavendish was the Luna Bluebell Pack truly welcomed.

She was the real mate George had held in his heart all these years, the woman he never truly let go. From beginning to end, the only fool was me. My fingers tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. I forced myself to shut the screen, but before I could, a new message notification popped up. An MMS. The sender was an unknown number. I opened it. A sonogram of a prenatal scan. The report clearly showed a one-month pregnancy. And in the "Patient Name" field was Isla Cavendish. Bold. Unmistakable. I stared blankly as two text messages followed.

[Margaret, George and I are expecting another pup. He told me not to tell you, but please... my pups can't grow up without their father. Could you give George back to me?] All the blood in my body seemed to freeze. One month ago, George had been traveling to a neighboring pack for urgent business, dealing with the listing of a subsidiary. He told me he was exhausted, swamped day and night. It was the only time in eight years that he didn't have time to video-call me for three consecutive days. So it hadn't been because he was busy. I almost laughed.

When I once accused him of wanting to register his mate bond with Isla, he became furious, snapping at me. "Margaret, how filthy and disgraceful your thoughts are as a Luna. My relationship with Isla is as pure as moonlight." "It's a blessing the pup grew up with her-otherwise who knows what kind of person you would've raised." "If you can't even offer basic trust, then the past eight years of our Mate Bond mean nothing." My throat burned. My breath caught painfully in my chest.

Chapter 5 3.60% Despair flooded through me again, merciless, suffocating, devouring the last remnants of whatever love still clung to my heart. I had gone numb. Even tears refused to fall anymore. Travelers moved around me, boarding their flights, chatting, laughing, but I heard none of it. My phone screen dimmed. A heartbeat later, it vibrated violently in my hand. George Whitaker flashed across the screen. I stared at his name, and found that I no longer had the strength to answer.

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