Moonlit Mountain (Caleb and Sarah)

(Let Me Go, My Alpha Husband) Chapter 4

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That night, a fever consumed me. Grant did not return, and I was too weak

to summon aid. I managed to locate some remedies and swallowed them down with water, then collapsed back into bed, burning with fever. Finally, feverish sleep claimed me.

After a day and a night, the fever subsided. I heard the door creak open. Grant entered, ignoring me, packing his belongings. Only when he finished did he deign to glance at me.

"Wanda is unwell. I shall remain with her for several days. Summon me if you require anything."

Watching him leave without a second glance, I chuckled bitterly. What use

was a summons? I was pale and weak, and he hadn't noticed. Could I truly expect him to forsake Wanda for me?

Over the following days, Grant neither returned nor contacted me. Yet, I

knew his whereabouts thanks to Wanda's incessant updates on the social

network. I saw images of him preparing her meals, tending to her needs, taking her on walks...

I paid them little heed. Once recovered, I resigned from my position.

"Rosie, why are you leaving? What transpired?" My colleagues were shocked, 12:41

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but I merely shook my head.

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"I have been far from my pack for many moon-turns, it is time to return." This explanation only deepened their confusion. Someone finally asked, "What of Grant? He resides here. Is this a long-distance pairing?" I paused. My friends knew my devotion, my sacrifices. Even they were accustomed to my selfless giving. After all, Grant had offered me only indifference.

I smiled faintly. "It is not a distance. We are... severed."

After submitting my resignation and packing, I returned home. Upon entering, I found Grant and Wanda in the main room.

"What is the meaning of this?" Grant asked, seeing my bags.

My voice was so calm that none detected my deception. "The pack is

relocating, so I have retrieved my belongings."

"Relocating? To where?" He frowned. Before I could answer, Wanda interrupted.

"Rosie, I have been consumed by grief over Father's illness. I cannot believe I

requested Grant to sire a pup with me. It was foolish. Nothing transpired between us. Now that Father is gone, I no longer require a pup. I apologize." 12:41

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She appeared sincere. Had I not seen that message, I might have believed her. But I didn't bother to challenge her. I merely nodded and withdrew to my room.

I had barely unpacked when my phone rang. It lay in the main room. As I

retrieved it, Grant burst in, my phone in his hand. His face was grim, his scent sharp with suspicion.

"Who is your mate?"