Lilia waited the entire night, but Alpha Dax never returned. Her phone remained silent—no messages from him, just a friend request from an unfamiliar account. The username was "SweetTooth," and the profile picture featured a pure white West Highland Terrier. She didn’t recognize the name, but the wolf companion in the photo looked all too familiar.

Tears slipped into her mouth as she crouched down and called out to the Westie playing with a ball, "Buddy, come here." Buddy dropped the ball and trotted over to her, his soft fur brushing against her hand. The tears flowed more freely, and Buddy seemed to sense her sadness. He jumped onto her lap, licking her tears away.

Buddy was Alpha Dax’s wolf companion, now five years old. Lilia had heard he only got Buddy because Viviana, a Gamma from a rival pack, liked the breed. Dax cherished Buddy immensely. Lilia often saw him holding Buddy, quietly wiping away tears. She thought he was just afraid of losing Buddy one day, unable to bear it. But looking back, it seemed he was using the wolf companion to remember someone.

The morning light broke through, but still, there was no sign of Alpha Dax. Rubbing her tired eyes, Lilia accepted the friend request. As she opened the profile, the photo collage confirmed her suspicions. The person who added her was indeed Viviana.

Alpha Dax hadn’t returned last night because he was with her. They had gone to the pack’s training grounds, a place Dax’s family had invested in. Seeing the dazzling lights and the grounds shining brightly in the photographs, Lilia couldn’t quite describe how she felt.

She recalled the countless times she’d asked Alpha Dax to go to the training grounds with her for a run. The grounds were a cherished childhood memory for her, and she wanted to share that joy with him. But each time, he’d either impatiently refuse or hand her a pass, saying, "Such a simple place; you go by yourself."

Seeing Alpha Dax’s joyful smile in the photos, Lilia finally accepted that the person he loved wasn’t her.

After pulling herself together, she headed back to the pack’s school campus. She hesitated outside Beta Dixon’s office for a long time before finally knocking and entering to discuss her plan to study abroad. In the fall of her senior year, Alpha Dax had suddenly told her he wanted to stay on and serve as a Beta after graduation. Although surprised, Lilia had begun to study hard, aiming to stay at the pack’s school with him.

Beta Dixon had guided her through four years, witnessing her relentless dedication. Initially, she had secured a spot in the pack’s advanced training program, which would allow her to stay on as a faculty member after graduation. But now, she didn’t need it anymore.

After she finished speaking, Beta Dixon was silent for a long time. Finally, he sighed, "It’s good for young wolves to explore the world beyond the pack. There’s so much out there."

Lilia thanked him and booked a flight for three days later to go abroad. Alpha Dax, in these three days, let her say goodbye to you properly.

Leaving the pack’s training grounds, Lilia wandered through the forested paths where she and Dax used to meet as pups. These familiar trails now felt foreign, as if the trees themselves whispered of a past she no longer belonged to. The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the path, before she finally turned toward the packhouse.

As she pushed open the heavy wooden door, Buddy bounded toward her, his tail wagging furiously. Lilia’s heart warmed despite the heaviness in her chest. She knelt to unlace her boots, scratching the wolf companion behind the ears. “Missed me, huh?” she murmured softly.

A soft scoff from the living room drew her attention. She looked up to see Dax and Viviana standing side by side. Dax, still wearing an apron splattered with sauce, raised an eyebrow casually. “Where have you been, Lilia? The sun’s nearly set.”

She ignored his question, her gaze shifting to Viviana. The Gamma stood with a faint smile, her eyes lingering on Lilia for a moment before she crouched down and called Buddy over with a soft, coaxing voice. “Buddy, come here, boy.”

Buddy turned instantly, trotting over to Viviana, who wrapped her arms around him, scratching his neck. She didn’t bother to acknowledge Lilia, who stood frozen at the doorway, feeling like an intruder in her own home.

After an awkward silence, Dax seemed to notice the tension. He slapped his forehead, as if remembering something. “Right, I should introduce you. Viviana, this is Lilia. Lilia, Viviana. She’s my best friend from high school. Just got back from her pack up north.”

Lilia’s chest tightened. She and Dax had grown up together, inseparable since they were pups. The three years of high school were the only time they hadn’t been in the same pack. And during that time, Dax had found someone to fill the space she thought was hers. Perfect.

Viviana nudged Dax playfully, her voice light but laced with authority. “Alpha, why don’t you help Lilia with her boots and bag? Where’s your sense when you need it?”

Dax chuckled, the sound warm but distant, and moved to do as she suggested. Watching him fumble with her bag, Lilia felt a pang of sadness. When had he ever been this attentive to her?

“Enough grinning, Alpha,” Viviana called over her shoulder, her tone teasing but firm. “Check the stove before you burn dinner.” Dax obediently trotted off toward the kitchen.

Lilia stood rooted in place, unsure of where she fit in this new dynamic. Viviana approached her, linking their arms together as if they were old friends. “I’m three days older than the Alpha, so I like to act like the big sister,” she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You don’t need to be formal; call me Viviana, like he does. The Alpha can be scatterbrained sometimes. If he ever messes up, just let me know, and I’ll set him straight.”

Her words were friendly, but the underlying assertion of dominance was clear. Lilia forced a smile and nodded, her throat too tight to speak.

This was the first time Dax had ever cooked for her. In the four years they’d been together, she hadn’t even tasted canned soup prepared by him. Yet here he was, effortlessly whipping up Viviana’s favorite dishes. The sight made Lilia’s stomach twist. She couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if they were mates instead of her.

After dinner, Lilia retreated to the kitchen to clean up. Dax stayed in the living room with Viviana, their laughter carrying through the house as they watched a comedy show. The sound was cheerful, but to Lilia, it felt like a dull ache in her chest. She didn’t know how long she spent scrubbing dishes, but when she finally stepped out, they were both gone.

The living room was a mess—apple peels scattered on the floor, potato chip crumbs coating the couch. Lilia tidied up silently, her movements mechanical. As she bent to gather the trash, her eyes caught on the small potted plant she’d cared for over the past four years, now resting in the garbage bin.

It had been the only gift Dax had ever given her, back when they’d first started dating. A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she tied up the trash bag and tossed it away. The plant was dead now, just like whatever bond they’d once shared.

Sitting in the living room of the packhouse, Lilia waited for Dax as the moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the territory. It was the kind of night that called for pack runs or moonlit hunts, but she knew Dax wasn’t out with the warriors. He hadn’t returned for the second night in a row, and though her wolf stirred uneasily in the back of her mind, she refused to let it show.

She wasn’t really waiting, though. To distract herself, she played fetch with Buddy in the backyard, his wolfish energy a comforting presence. Buddy had been Dax’s companion ever since Viviana, that Gamma from the rival pack, had mentioned she liked the breed. Over the past four years, Lilia had been the one to care for him, to run with him in the woods when the moon was full. If there was one thing she’d miss when she left, it was Buddy.

After a restless night, Lilia woke early the next morning, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. She slipped into her workout clothes, leashed Buddy, and headed out for a run through the pack’s territory. The crisp morning air helped clear her mind, and the rhythmic pounding of her feet against the earth grounded her. She wasn’t surprised when she spotted Dax and Viviana at the diner near the pack’s borders—the same one they used to frequent together.

Viviana spotted her first and waved her over with a practiced smile. Lilia wiped the sweat from her brow and approached, Buddy trotting obediently at her side. Dax glanced up, his expression flickering with something that might have been guilt, but it was gone before she could be sure.

He peeled a hard-boiled egg and placed it in front of Viviana before finally addressing Lilia. “What would you like to eat? I’ll get it for you.”

Before she could decline, he was already on his feet, his Alpha aura commanding the space around him. “Ravioli and a croissant, right?”

Lilia bit back the sharp retort on the tip of her tongue and nodded. “Right.”

It struck her then that Dax knew her habits, her preferences, even after all the distance he’d put between them. He’d just chosen to ignore them. She noticed him sneaking glances at her as they ate, but she kept her gaze fixed on her plate. If he wasn’t going to offer an explanation, she wasn’t going to ask for one.

The meal passed in silence, the tension thick enough to cut with a claw. When they were done, Lilia stood, leaving Dax and Viviana to their world. She leashed Buddy and stepped back into the morning sunlight, her heart heavy but her resolve unshaken. She had her own path to walk, and it didn’t include waiting for a mate who had already chosen someone else.