When My Alpha Ex-Husband Came Looking for Me, I was Already Gone - Chapter 30: Chapter 30
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Third Person’s POV
The grand hall was aglow with golden light, draped in silver banners bearing the crest of the Silvana and Aethon Packs. Tonight was the engagement celebration—Maurine’s grand moment. At least, that’s what she thought.
Guests from various allied packs filled the hall, chattering, toasting, and exchanging formalities. Rebecca stood at the entrance, her fingers loosely entwined with Alpha Maximus’s. Dressed in a flowing gown of deep sapphire that shimmered with every step she took, she seemed to glow under the lights. Maximus stood beside her like a living monument—tall, sharp-eyed, and undeniably powerful. The bond between them was palpable.
A herald’s voice rose over the hum of conversation.
“May I have your attention!” The room quieted instantly. “Tonight, we celebrate the engagement of Lady Maurine of the Aethon Pack and her future mate, a representative of the noble Silvana Pack!”
Maurine strutted onto the platform with a smug smile, the silver accents on her dress catching the light. She waved delicately to the crowd, already imagining the applause that would follow once Alpha Lucas stepped forward.
“And now, the representative of Silvana Pack—Elder Kiran!”
An audible gasp rippled through the hall. From the crowd emerged an older man, dignified, grey at the temples, and with the sharp stare of a seasoned warrior—but very clearly not Alpha Lucas.
Maurine’s smile faltered. Her hand, poised mid-air, froze as Elder Kiran approached the stage. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to wake herself from a nightmare.
“There must be a mistake!” she cried, gripping the edge of the podium. “Where’s Alpha Lucas?!”
The room stilled, all eyes now turning as Alpha Lucas strode in from the side doors, dressed in his ceremonial black and silver. He carried himself with the composure of a true alpha, but his expression was unreadable.
He approached the stage casually, hands clasped behind his back.
“No mistake, Maurine,” Lucas said, his voice calm, deadly clear. “You wanted to marry into the Silvana Pack, didn’t you? So, I arranged a union. Elder Kiran is a well-respected leader. He will honor your ambition.”
Maurine’s face drained of all color. “What—what are you saying?” she stammered, eyes darting toward her father, Alpha Rowan.
“Your marriage was arranged for political alliance,” Rowan said with a shrug from his table, sipping his wine like this was all of little consequence. “Silvana is a strong ally. Consider this your contribution.”
Maurine trembled with fury. “But—I thought Lucas… I thought you wanted me!”
Lucas stepped closer, his jaw tense. “I never wanted you, Maurine. Not truly. I was a fool to like you once in my life.”
Her lower lip quivered. “But you—”
“I am fated for someone else. Always have.”
And with that, Lucas turned his gaze across the room, locking eyes with Rebecca. She stood still, her eyes narrowing with recognition. Maximus’s hand gripped hers a little tighter, sensing what was coming.
Lucas stepped down from the stage and crossed the floor toward her. “Rebecca,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Maximus stepped forward slightly, but Rebecca placed a hand on his chest. “I’ll be back,” she said gently.
They stepped out onto the balcony, the air cold and crisp with the scent of pine. The moonlight cast shadows across Lucas’s face as he looked at her with haunted eyes.
“I know it’s too late,” he began, his voice thick. “But I needed to say it. I remember everything now—under the pear blossom tree, the day we first met. You were mine, and I was a fool to let you go.”
Rebecca looked away, her breath fogging in the cool air. “You didn’t just let me go, Lucas. You broke me.”
“I was blind,” he admitted. “And cowardly. I should’ve fought for you when I had the chance. I should’ve seen you for who you really were instead of chasing shadows. I was too damned blinded, thinking that Maurine was my fate, but I protected the wrong one. It should have been you… all along.”
She turned back to him, eyes glistening. “You had every chance. And I waited. Moon after moon, I waited for you to choose me. And when I finally stopped waiting… Maximus chose me. Even when he was broken, he chose me.”
Lucas dropped to his knees, pain etched into every line of his face. “Please. Just tell me if there’s even a sliver of hope left.”
Rebecca knelt slightly, just enough to meet his eyes.
“I loved you once, Lucas,” she whispered. “But I don’t anymore. I found someone who saw me, cherished me, and fought for me even when he couldn’t speak. You lost me long before tonight.”
She rose and walked away, leaving him on the balcony, frozen. From the shadows, he watched as she returned to the hall, her hand immediately claimed by Maximus. The music rose, and they danced.
She twirled beneath the soft lights, laughter in her voice, her head thrown back in joy. Maximus held her close, his hand firm on her waist, his gaze filled with pride. The whole room saw what love looked like—complete, healing, and unshakable.
Lucas remained in the darkness, a lone wolf mourning his greatest loss.
The music swelled as the newly bonded pair danced on, lost in each other, a perfect harmony of past pain and present joy.
And so, the moon bore silent witness to a love lost… and a love that endured.
The end.
The grand hall was aglow with golden light, draped in silver banners bearing the crest of the Silvana and Aethon Packs. Tonight was the engagement celebration—Maurine’s grand moment. At least, that’s what she thought.
Guests from various allied packs filled the hall, chattering, toasting, and exchanging formalities. Rebecca stood at the entrance, her fingers loosely entwined with Alpha Maximus’s. Dressed in a flowing gown of deep sapphire that shimmered with every step she took, she seemed to glow under the lights. Maximus stood beside her like a living monument—tall, sharp-eyed, and undeniably powerful. The bond between them was palpable.
A herald’s voice rose over the hum of conversation.
“May I have your attention!” The room quieted instantly. “Tonight, we celebrate the engagement of Lady Maurine of the Aethon Pack and her future mate, a representative of the noble Silvana Pack!”
Maurine strutted onto the platform with a smug smile, the silver accents on her dress catching the light. She waved delicately to the crowd, already imagining the applause that would follow once Alpha Lucas stepped forward.
“And now, the representative of Silvana Pack—Elder Kiran!”
An audible gasp rippled through the hall. From the crowd emerged an older man, dignified, grey at the temples, and with the sharp stare of a seasoned warrior—but very clearly not Alpha Lucas.
Maurine’s smile faltered. Her hand, poised mid-air, froze as Elder Kiran approached the stage. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to wake herself from a nightmare.
“There must be a mistake!” she cried, gripping the edge of the podium. “Where’s Alpha Lucas?!”
The room stilled, all eyes now turning as Alpha Lucas strode in from the side doors, dressed in his ceremonial black and silver. He carried himself with the composure of a true alpha, but his expression was unreadable.
He approached the stage casually, hands clasped behind his back.
“No mistake, Maurine,” Lucas said, his voice calm, deadly clear. “You wanted to marry into the Silvana Pack, didn’t you? So, I arranged a union. Elder Kiran is a well-respected leader. He will honor your ambition.”
Maurine’s face drained of all color. “What—what are you saying?” she stammered, eyes darting toward her father, Alpha Rowan.
“Your marriage was arranged for political alliance,” Rowan said with a shrug from his table, sipping his wine like this was all of little consequence. “Silvana is a strong ally. Consider this your contribution.”
Maurine trembled with fury. “But—I thought Lucas… I thought you wanted me!”
Lucas stepped closer, his jaw tense. “I never wanted you, Maurine. Not truly. I was a fool to like you once in my life.”
Her lower lip quivered. “But you—”
“I am fated for someone else. Always have.”
And with that, Lucas turned his gaze across the room, locking eyes with Rebecca. She stood still, her eyes narrowing with recognition. Maximus’s hand gripped hers a little tighter, sensing what was coming.
Lucas stepped down from the stage and crossed the floor toward her. “Rebecca,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Maximus stepped forward slightly, but Rebecca placed a hand on his chest. “I’ll be back,” she said gently.
They stepped out onto the balcony, the air cold and crisp with the scent of pine. The moonlight cast shadows across Lucas’s face as he looked at her with haunted eyes.
“I know it’s too late,” he began, his voice thick. “But I needed to say it. I remember everything now—under the pear blossom tree, the day we first met. You were mine, and I was a fool to let you go.”
Rebecca looked away, her breath fogging in the cool air. “You didn’t just let me go, Lucas. You broke me.”
“I was blind,” he admitted. “And cowardly. I should’ve fought for you when I had the chance. I should’ve seen you for who you really were instead of chasing shadows. I was too damned blinded, thinking that Maurine was my fate, but I protected the wrong one. It should have been you… all along.”
She turned back to him, eyes glistening. “You had every chance. And I waited. Moon after moon, I waited for you to choose me. And when I finally stopped waiting… Maximus chose me. Even when he was broken, he chose me.”
Lucas dropped to his knees, pain etched into every line of his face. “Please. Just tell me if there’s even a sliver of hope left.”
Rebecca knelt slightly, just enough to meet his eyes.
“I loved you once, Lucas,” she whispered. “But I don’t anymore. I found someone who saw me, cherished me, and fought for me even when he couldn’t speak. You lost me long before tonight.”
She rose and walked away, leaving him on the balcony, frozen. From the shadows, he watched as she returned to the hall, her hand immediately claimed by Maximus. The music rose, and they danced.
She twirled beneath the soft lights, laughter in her voice, her head thrown back in joy. Maximus held her close, his hand firm on her waist, his gaze filled with pride. The whole room saw what love looked like—complete, healing, and unshakable.
Lucas remained in the darkness, a lone wolf mourning his greatest loss.
The music swelled as the newly bonded pair danced on, lost in each other, a perfect harmony of past pain and present joy.
And so, the moon bore silent witness to a love lost… and a love that endured.
The end.
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