My Alpha Said Get Out—So I Did Chapter 07

Liora’s POV

We spent half a month traveling in the France Pack before buying plane tickets back to the Silverpine Pack.

But what I never expected was that the moment we got off the plane, I saw Silas waiting outside.

After half a month without seeing him, he was much thinner than before.

Fatigue was plainly visible beneath his eyes.

His black coat was travel-worn, carrying the dust of the road.

When he saw Garrett and Marianne, he opened his mouth.

“Uncle Garrett, Aunt Marianne…” Finally, his gaze landed on me.

His throat moved.

A few seconds later, he said quietly, “Liora.”

His voice had never been this gentle with me.

Not ever.

Normally, he was always cold.

Liora, get out.

Seeing him again after half a month, my heart was completely calm.

Like a still pool of water that would never again ripple for him.

I merely gave a slight nod.

It counted as a greeting.

Garrett and Marianne gave a cold snort and ignored him.

“Liora, let’s go.

Our family car is already waiting outside.”

“Okay.”

I took my parents’ arms and walked past Silas toward the airport exit.

In the past, every time Garrett and Marianne had seen Silas, they would shower him with warmth and care, saving the best things in the house for him.

Because they’d thought he would sooner or later become my mate, become half a son to the Hart Family.

But now, their coldness was clearly making Silas uncomfortable.

He stood there stunned for a moment, then quickly caught up.

“Uncle Garrett, Aunt Marianne.

Your family car ran into some trouble on the way here.

Let me drive you back.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Before he could finish, I cut him off. “We can take a taxi.”

A flash of disbelief and bewilderment crossed Silas’s eyes.

This was probably the first time I had ever cut him off.

In the past, I would always wait patiently for him to finish.

Even if all he said was a single line.

“Get out.”

He said quietly, “Liora…”

I didn’t look at him.

I only tightened my grip on my parents’ arms.

“Dad, Mom.

Let’s go home.

I’m so hungry.” With that, I walked quickly toward the airport exit.

But even though we took a taxi home, Silas still drove behind us the entire way — all the way to Hart Manor.

Even at the gate, when he saw us heading inside, he still tried to follow us in.

I told Garrett and Marianne to go in first.

Then I stood at the entrance and blocked Silas’s way.

“Alpha Calder.

Showing up uninvited isn’t your style.”

Hearing this unfamiliar form of address, a look of dawning realization finally crept into his eyes.

“Why are you calling me that?

You’ve never called me that before.”

I hadn’t.

In the past, what I’d loved calling him most was Silas.

It felt close.

Intimate.

But he didn’t like it.

Every time he heard me call him that, he would look at me coldly.

Later, I only dared to call him Alpha Silas.

But he still rarely acknowledged me.

Now that I’d switched to the distant Alpha Calder—he could finally hear me.

I looked at him calmly.

“We’re neither family nor anything to each other.

If I don’t call you that, what else should I call you?”

Silas’s expression darkened.

“Neither family nor anything?”

If you hadn’t run away from the wedding, we would already be mates by now.”
There was even a trace of resentment in his voice—as if I were the one who’d done something wrong.

I looked at him, puzzled.

“I stepped aside so you could be with the person you love.

Was that wrong?”

Silas’s brow furrowed instantly.

“When did I ever say I like Tessa?

Liora, stop always letting your imagination run wild.”

Letting my imagination run wild?

Hearing that, I couldn’t help but laugh.

But the smile didn’t reach my eyes at all.

“You don’t like her.

But you recorded lullabies for her.

You let her into your bedroom.

You put her in charge of our ceremony.

You let her wear my wedding dress.

And the night before our wedding, you set off fireworks the whole pack could see—just to wish her a happy birthday.

And that doesn’t count as liking her?”

I looked at him and asked, word by word, “Then tell me—what is real love

supposed to look like?”

My question seemed to truly trap him.

Silas stood frozen in place.

It took him a long time to snap out of it.

In the end, all he managed to force out was: “Well, it’s not the way I am with Tessa.”