The Pup He Never Wanted Chapter 06
The rain in Seattle was more constant than I’d imagined.
The neutral wolf pack community in the Pacific Northwest was built on the edge of the Olympic National Forest—a gray area that belonged to no Alpha. It was home to rogues, exiles, and people like me who had chosen to run.
I rented a small apartment: one bedroom, one living room, a kitchen barely big enough to turn around in, but the window looked out over the edge of the coniferous forest. The landlady, an elderly Omega, wrinkled her nose when she smelled the faint mating mark on my neck but didn’t ask any questions.
“Rent is paid monthly, utilities are extra,” she said, handing me the key. “We don’t check IDs here, and we don’t ask about the past. But there’s one rule—if someone comes looking for you, you handle it yourself.”
I nodded and took the key.
For the first week, I barely left the apartment. Every footstep in the hallway made my heart race, thinking it was trackers sent by Caden.
But no one came.
Maybe he was relieved—the burden had finally removed herself.
The second week, I started working the night shift at a 24-hour convenience store nearby. Fifteen dollars an hour, and the owner was a human who didn’t ask questions. My wolf spirit was so weak I could barely feel her, but my senses were still sharp enough for the job.
The third week, the first text from Vivian arrived.
“Moon, where are you? We’re so worried. Something has happened at home, we need to talk.”
I deleted it without replying.
In the days that followed, she sent similar messages every day.
“Moon, sweetie, please don’t be angry anymore. We can explain.”
“If you don’t come home, Caden’s Alpha succession ceremony can’t happen. The Council requires the Alpha to have his official mate present.”
“Please, just give us a chance to explain.”
So that was it. They weren’t worried about me. They were worried about the ceremony.
The fourth week, Marcus joined the crusade.
“Moon, I know what you saw. But things aren’t what you think they are.”
“Chloe’s baby… that was Caden’s responsibility. He has to take responsibility for a mistake he made when he was young.”
“But you are the one he truly loves. Come back, let’s talk this through.”
I stared at that message for a long time before replying with a single period. “.”
Let them figure out what that meant.
By the fifth week, Caden finally called me himself.
I answered but said nothing.
“Moon.” His voice sounded exhausted. “I know you’re angry. But please, you have to understand—”
“Understand what?” I cut him off. “Understand that you were having another woman carry your child while you were poisoning me with drugs to make me barren? Understand that you used me as a living shield so your true love could come back with a ‘clean slate’?”
There was silence on the other end.
“You know everything,” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question.
“I know more than you think,” I laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t ruin your succession ceremony. You need me to be there? Fine. Pay me.”
“Moon—”
“One million dollars,” I named my price. “That’s for six years of my life. Wire it to my account, and I’ll come back and play my part one last time.”
His breathing became ragged. “Are you fucking crazy?”
“Maybe,” I said, looking out at the rain. “Or maybe I’m finally sane. Think about it, Caden. You don’t have much time—the Council’s deadline is the 15th of next month, right?”
I hung up, turned off the phone, and snapped the SIM card in half.
That night, I dreamed of the silver dagger in Chloe’s hand.
But this time, I caught it by the hilt.