The Pup He Never Wanted Chapter 05
That “babe” made me so sick I almost threw up.
“I was kidding.” I buried my face in his chest and laughed before he could speak again. “The doctor already said I’m barren… Thank you, my love. For staying with me all these years.”
And thank you for everything you’ve done to me.
On the weekend, Caden woke up early. He placed a soft kiss on my lips and, with werewolf speed, prepared breakfast—fried eggs, bacon, toast, and the bone broth he always said was “good for female werewolves.”
“Moon, I’m heading out with Marcus and Vivian. Stay safe at home, and if you need anything… call me.”
He was about to say “contact me through our mind-link,” but caught himself at the last second. The link from a temporary mark could convey urgent emotions, but he had never truly opened that channel to me.
I just hummed in response, tears silently falling the moment he turned away.
Because just before Caden woke up, I had already received the photos from Chloe.
She was leaning back in the passenger seat of a black Cadillac Escalade—a fully bulletproof, upgraded model. Last year, Caden had said he “wanted to buy one for the patrol team,” and I had even signed the purchase order. Now, it was Chloe’s private car for her doctor’s appointments.
Her pregnant belly was clearly visible under a loose silk dress. The caption was a poisoned needle:
“You really think they went to ‘pay their respects’ to my memory? You idiot. I’ve been living in that villa for the past six years. Today is just my check-up—I casually mentioned I wanted the whole family to come, and they agreed.”
“Just like six years ago, I shed a few tears, and they sacrificed you to protect me. Your life is a joke.”
Along with the photo were seventeen other pictures of Caden on trips with her. Sunsets at the Grand Canyon, hot springs in Yellowstone, the snow line of the Rocky Mountains—the insignias of various wolf packs were clearly visible in the background. Sometimes my adoptive parents were in the shots too, Vivian with her arm around Chloe’s shoulder, Marcus standing behind them, and Caden’s hand wrapped around Chloe’s waist.
A happy family of four.
And I, the fool, had been so proud of the cheap souvenirs he brought back—a plastic keychain with “Grand Canyon” printed on it, a resin wolf figurine from “Yellowstone Park.” I thought they were tokens of his love, bought while he was away on business. Now I knew they were just last-minute gifts he grabbed at the airport on their way home.
Souvenirs from someone else’s romantic getaway became my consolation prizes.
Despair flooded my veins like liquid silver. After closing the chat, I booked a one-way ticket to Seattle for the next morning. The temperate rainforest climate was good for werewolves needing to heal. There were a few neutral pack communities there that didn’t check bloodlines or ask about your past.
Knowing Chloe’s personality, she would never let them come back tonight. That gave me the perfect window to disappear completely.
At noon, I forced down a few bites of cold bone broth and started organizing all the evidence. I should thank Chloe—if she hadn’t been so eager to show off, I never would have gathered so much leverage.
My phone’s photo album had a backup of the clinic recording. The cloud had pictures of the doctor’s prescriptions. An encrypted folder held the ingredient analysis reports for every “tonic” I’d taken for the past six years. I had started secretly sending them for testing three years ago, and the results were always the same: ovulation suppressants that eroded the foundation of a wolf’s spirit.
And then there was the recording of last night’s dinner. Caden’s Alpha dominance, Vivian’s tears, Marcus’s silence.
This evidence was enough to get Caden disinherited by the Blackwood Pack and completely destroy their facade of decency in front of the Werewolf Council.
I worked until ten at night. The full moon was high in the sky, but my wolf spirit, suppressed by the silver poison, was as still as dead water—a result of their “treatment.”
As I expected, Caden didn’t come back. He video-called me. The background was a blurry wallpaper, but with my werewolf hearing, I could clearly make out Chloe’s breathing right next to him. Steady, lazy, the sound of a cherished female.
“The villa is dirtier than we thought,” Caden’s voice was deliberately tired. “We might have to stay another day. Are you sure you’ll be okay alone?”
I didn’t expose his lie. I just smiled at the camera. “Of course. Don’t forget to bring some of that special honey from the border for Marcus and Vivian.”
After hanging up, I scheduled a moving company and a demolition crew for the next day.
At six the next morning, the workers arrived on time. I pointed at the furniture that filled the house. “Everything that can’t be moved, I want it demolished. Don’t donate it, don’t put it in storage. Smash it to pieces and take it to the landfill.”
All the “matching” items I owned that had also appeared in Chloe’s social media posts—the Hermès scarves, the Tiffany bracelet, the Chanel earrings—were just things she got tired of, which Caden then used to placate me.
I don’t want someone else’s leftovers.
Two hours later, the workers left with a full truck. The 4,000-square-foot villa was as empty as a tomb—nothing left but the walls, the floors, and that painting by Chloe.
I gave it one last look.
Then I ripped the canvas from the wall, tore it into shreds, and threw it in a trash bag.
Before I left, I placed a letter on the dining table. Typed, no fingerprints, no handwriting.
“Dear Caden,
Thank you for your performance over the past six years. I finally understand why your eyes always seemed distant when you released your pheromones on full moon nights—you were thinking of her.
Don’t worry, I won’t ruin your perfect family. When the baby is born, make sure to give him a good name. After all, he’s the one who truly deserves the Alpha bloodline of the Blackwood Pack.
As for me, I’ll find a place where no one knows me and start over. Don’t waste your time looking for me—my wolf spirit is almost gone, so you won’t be able to track my scent. I guess that’s the last gift you’ll ever give me.
I wish you all the happiness you deserve.
–Moon”
At ten in the morning, I walked out of the villa with my suitcase. The one-way ticket to Seattle was in my phone’s wallet, my ID hidden in a secret compartment.
The Blackwood Pack’s territory grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.
I didn’t cry. My tears had run dry six years ago—the afternoon Chloe’s silver dagger pierced my stomach.
Now, all I had left was an empty heart, soaked in lies and drugs that made me barren.