My Alpha Said Get Out—So I Did Chapter 04

 

My Alpha Said Get Out—So I Did Chapter 04

Liora’s POV

It wasn’t until midnight that Silas sent me another message.

[Be at Moonlit Hall on time tomorrow.] [Don’t be late.]

He hated unpunctuality.

Even more, he hated being stood up.

Once, we’d planned to go to the Pack Museum.

But that morning, I came down with a high fever and couldn’t get out of bed.

I’d texted him to explain.

He hadn’t replied.

After I recovered, I found out he’d unilaterally deleted all my contact info.

He’d shut me out.

That time, I’d coaxed him for an entire month before he added me back.

Back then, he’d said, “I don’t like people who stand me up.

Liora.

You’re no exception.”

Thinking of the old me—the one who’d clung to him without shame, endlessly coaxing him—I let out a laugh before I could stop myself.

But it was a laugh of pure self-mockery.

This time, I still didn’t reply.

Not long after, a grand fireworks show went viral across the Blackthorne Pack’s social platforms.

The night sky lit up with silver-blue fireworks.

Finally, seven massive words bloomed across the starry sky: [Happy Birthday, Tessa Blythe.]

Staring at the familiar name, I opened the comments.

Someone asked: [Is this some Alpha celebrating his little Luna’s birthday?]

Someone quickly replied: [Not at all.]

I heard this is a tragic love story.

An unrequited one.]

[Alpha Silas is supposed to have his bonding ceremony tomorrow, with the childhood sweetheart who’s been chasing him since they were kids.]

[So he’s giving the ceremony to the childhood friend he doesn’t love, and saving all the romance and love for the one he does.]

Others said: [I’m begging that childhood sweetheart to see this.]

[Don’t tear apart the ones who are truly in love.]

[Give the wedding dress back to Tessa and Alpha Silas—the ones who are really in love.]

Reading those comments, my eyes reddened again against my will.

They were so right.

What Silas had given me was nothing but an empty bonding ceremony.

What he’d given Tessa was the tenderness, the romance, the devotion—everything I could never get in a lifetime.

But there was one thing they got wrong.

This bonding ceremony wasn’t forced by our families.

It wasn’t a pack alliance.

From the very beginning, the one who’d proposed we be together was Silas.

The one who’d proposed going through the bonding ceremony was also Silas.

But now, the one who wanted to run away was me.

The next day, Moonlit Hall was packed with guests from both the Blackthorne Pack and the Silverpine Pack.

Ever since he’d gotten up that morning, Silas had been checking his phone nonstop.

Every message he’d sent had sunk like a stone into the sea.

It made him vaguely uneasy.

Just as he was about to call me, someone clapped him on the shoulder and teased, “Silas, are you nervous?”

Relax.

Liora Hart has been boy-crazy since she was a kid.

She’s always clung to you—she can’t live without you.

There’s never been room for anyone else in her heart but you.

She’s the one who should be nervous, not you.”

Hearing this, Silas’s expression settled back into calm.

Time ticked by.

Soon, the ceremony officially began.

Silas stood on the raised platform.

His face was as cold as ever.

Not a trace of joy.

Not a trace of nerves.

But then, as the officiant announced the entrance of the Luna in a ringing voice, the great white doors swung open—and there, before everyone, stood Tessa Blythe in a wedding dress.

She was holding moon roses.

Step by step, she walked toward Silas.

That dress—the one that was supposed to be mine—fit her as if it had been made just for her.

Silas’s expression shifted from calm to shock, piece by piece.

He stared at her.

His voice finally broke.

“Why is it you?

Where is Liora?”