My Alpha Said Get Out—So I Did Chapter 03

Liora’s POV

I’d been home for two days.

Silas hadn’t called.

Not once.

Just when I thought he’d forgotten I even existed—he sent me a message.

One simple line.

“Are you done playing?

Come back.”

When I said we were done, he acted like he hadn’t heard.

When I left with my luggage, he looked right through me.

In that moment, I almost wanted to ask him.

What exactly did I mean to him?

But I knew even if I asked, I’d never get the answer I wanted.

He’d just say, “Liora, can you stop being so unreasonable?”

If I actually argued, he’d just look at me coldly and say, “Get out.”

I didn’t reply to Silas.

Instead, I bought my parents plane tickets to the France Pack—departing in three days.

It was the place I’d originally planned for my honeymoon with Silas.

I’d spent an entire month planning every detail.

The hotels.

The restaurants.

The museums.

The walking route along the Seine.

The perfect spot to watch fireworks at night.

Back then, full of excitement, I’d written everything down, hoping Silas would want to be part of it too.

But the moment I put the itinerary on his desk, he’d glanced at it once and thrown it straight into the trash.

He’d said, “Liora, stop bothering me.

Get out.

Otherwise, the honeymoon is canceled.”

In that moment, I’d foolishly believed he was just too busy.

So after that, I stopped showing him my plans.

I just revised them alone, over and over.

But now, I suddenly realized—since Silas had never wanted to go, then forget it.

I could take this trip with people who actually loved me.

My parents had no objections.

They fully supported my decision.

What I hadn’t expected was that very night, Tessa would call me.

Her voice was sweet.

“Miss Hart.

Could you tell me where Alpha Silas keeps his personal clothes?

I’ve looked everywhere and can’t find them.”

Hearing that, my heart went completely cold.

Silas was a clean freak.

He normally hated anyone going into his bedroom.

Even the closest friends from the Blackthorne Pack weren’t allowed over.

But Tessa was always the exception.

She could make him drop his guard and comfort her.

She could make him record lullabies for her.

And she could enter the home that was supposed to be mine and Silas’s, the night before our wedding.

“Ask him yourself if you need something.

He knows where everything is.”

Tessa let out a soft laugh.

“Alpha Silas is recording today’s lullaby for me right now.”

Today’s lullaby.

So Silas sang one for Tessa every single day.

“I wouldn’t want to disturb him.

Miss Hart, if you don’t know, that’s fine.

I’ll just ask him later.

Sorry to bother you.”

She was apologizing, but it sounded like pure gloating.

I gripped my phone tighter, my knuckles turning white.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she added in a light, breezy tone, “Oh, by the way.

Alpha Silas has put me in charge of tomorrow’s ceremony arrangements.

Miss Hart, if you have any ideas of your own, you can contact me.

But it’s best not to do it at night.

I don’t sleep well.”

She paused, lowering her voice a little, as if she were saying it just for me.

“And besides… I wouldn’t want to disturb Alpha Silas either.”

Hearing that ambiguous remark, I forced out a bitter smile.

“Do whatever you like.

I don’t care.” With that, I hung up.

The call screen faded back to my phone’s wallpaper.

My phone, my laptop, my tablet—every device I could set a wallpaper on, I’d used the photo of Silas from the year he turned eighteen, when he won the Alpha trial on the training grounds.

That day, he stood at the center of the crowd, brimming with confidence, his shoulders straight and proud.

Because that was the only time I’d handed him water and he hadn’t refused.

He’d even said quietly, “Thank you.”

I’d treasured that one moment for so many years.

Now, I didn’t want to hold onto it anymore.

I deleted every photo, every chat log, every voice message connected to Silas.

Then I changed all my wallpapers to photos of myself.

From now on, I would never love Silas Calder again.

I would only love myself.