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Her mother's excited voice immediately came through the mindlink: “That's fantastic, sweetheart!

We'll start the pack transfer ritual right away-once it's done, there's no turning back. It's a point of

no return."

Her fingertips trembling, but her voice remained unshakeable: "I won't change my mind."

Her mother was about to end the mind-link but hesitated, cautiously asking: "What about that alpha mate of yours? Didn't you chase after him forever? I thought you were head over heels for him."

The word "mate" felt like a knife twisting in her chest.

Aria's mind instantly flashed back to the healer's room-the cruel laughter, Lucas sprawled carelessly on the bed scrolling through social media, his friends' vicious mockery, and the devastating realization that he'd wasted three years pretending to accept her solely to execute some twisted revenge plan for Leila Blackwood.

Her heart constricted so violently she could barely breathe, like someone had reached into her chest and was squeezing it with bare hands.

"I'm done with him," she heard herself say, her voice raw but eerily steady. "Completely done. Forever."

After the mind-link, Aria stood motionless on the sidewalk, letting the bitter wind whip through her hair. She stared up at the bleak gray sky, drew in a deep breath that burned her lungs, and turned toward what she had foolishly called "home."

The moment she pushed open the door, the familiar scent punched her in the gut. Aria froze in the entryway, staring at the living room she knew so well, feeling like she was trapped in someone else's nightmare.

This was Lucas's den-the one he'd casually invited her to share after accepting her.

That day, he had leaned against the doorframe with that trademark smirk and shrugged: "Wanna

move in?"

Back then, she'd blushed like an idiot, heart soaring with joy, believing it was the beginning of their bond rather than what it actually was-convenient access for his ongoing psychological torture

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campaign.

him, dreaming about their future mating ceremony, picturing their

memories were like

in together? Just another calculated move to maximize her pain when the final

three years of his life with someone he despised, to

to build the perfect

the next three days,

and systematically

the journal where she'd documented her pathetic crush-a thick, worn notebook with every page filled with lovestruck

pack borders today!!! Charcoal V-neck + those black jeans = DYING. Had to pretend

SPOKE TO ME TODAY!!! Just asked me to pass his coffee but I swear

letting ME into his pack. Is this

streaming

tore through

came the gifts she'd spent thousands

in line overnight to purchase. The leather jacket that cost more than

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forgotten on his.

the dozens of photos she'd secretly

holding court in hallways surrounded by admirers-each one

erasing every physical reminder of her

day, Aria had finally purged

the center of the now-barren

like shedding a skin that

swung open and

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