Colette POV:
I stared at the heavy platinum cufflink in my palm, my heart suddenly skipping a beat.
Wait.
He had just called me "Dr. Colette."
He knew my name!
He knew who I was!
I clutched my bag and sprinted out of the restroom, but the dimly lit hallway was completely empty.
The only proof that the dangerous stranger had been there was the lingering scent of metallic blood and cold cedar in the air.
Taking a deep breath, I walked out of the club and immediately dialed my best friend, Brooke.
Then, I hailed a cab straight back to Colten's villa.
I had to pack my things before that bastard returned.
The massive villa was filled with expensive designer goods.
The walk-in closet on the second floor was stuffed with luxurious dresses and custom heels.
But those were all Colten's props.
The things that truly belonged to me were pitifully few.
A few pairs of worn-out scrubs, some basic skincare products, and my heavy stacks of medical textbooks.
It took me less than an hour to pack up my entire four-year relationship into one battered suitcase and a cardboard box.
I left the designer clothes untouched and restored the bedroom to its immaculate state, erasing any trace of my scent and existence.
By the time I dragged my belongings to the front gates of the villa, Brooke had just pulled up in her car.
She stepped out, staring at the heavy box of medical books in shock.
"Are you... planning to give Colten the silent treatment for half a year?"
"No," I said calmly, loading the books into her trunk. "I broke up with him. For good."
Brooke knew me well.
I had never once uttered the words "break up" in the past four years.
Seeing the absolute deadness in my eyes, she knew I was serious.
"Good riddance!" She helped me lift the suitcase. "I fully support you!"
Colten POV:
The next morning, I was jolted awake by my blaring alarm.
My head pounded from a massive hangover.
I rubbed my temples and walked straight into the walk-in closet.
Instantly, my eyes fell on the two perfectly matched suits hanging at the front, carefully selected for my meetings today.
Colette had prepared them.
I never had to worry about the trivial details of my life.
For years, Colette had meticulously coordinated my outfits based on my schedule.
To me, regardless of how many other she-wolves I played around with, Colette was the perfect, obedient choice for a mate.
Her Omega wolf was weak and submissive.
She was bluffing, I thought with a smirk.
She threw a tantrum about breaking up last night, but she still crawled back to lay out my clothes.
Feeling smug, I changed and walked downstairs.
"Alpha Colten, breakfast is ready," Eleanor, the head housekeeper, said as she stepped out of the kitchen.
I frowned, looking around. "Where is Colette?"
"She sent me a message past midnight, asking me to prepare your meals from now on," Eleanor hesitated, her voice dropping. "She moved out last night, Alpha. She said she won't be returning."
My arrogant expression instantly darkened. "Moved out? Did she take the jewelry and dresses I bought her?"
"No, sir. Just one old suitcase and her books."
A brief silence fell over the dining room.
Then, a cold, mocking sneer escaped my lips.
She really thinks this little stunt will make me beg?
I raised my arm, glancing at my expensive watch.
It was 8:30 AM.
"I'll give her until eight o'clock tonight," I commanded, my voice dripping with contempt. "If she doesn't come crawling back to beg for my forgiveness by eight o'clock, clear out her remaining scent. Let Hanna move in permanently. It's time this villa had a new mistress anyway. I don't have the patience to play these childish games with a mere servant's daughter."
