Chapter 5

The next evening at eight o'clock, Moonridge Pack held its celebration banquet.

"Remove Mia's name from tonight's VIP guest list."

David stood at the hotel entrance, giving cold instructions to his assistant.

I stood in the shadows not far away, hearing every word clearly.

"But Alpha David, Mia comes every year to help verify the arrangements..." The assistant hesitated.

"I don't need her tonight."

David impatiently cut him off.

"Grace will be attending as my date. If Mia's there, it'll only make Grace uncomfortable."

"Tell security—if they see her, keep her outside."

I watched him turn and walk into the opulent hall, not even feeling the desire to confront him one last time.

Afraid of making his mistress uncomfortable, so he had to keep his actual girlfriend outside?

"Tell David," I looked into the assistant's eyes and said word by word.

"He will pay a price he cannot afford for today's decision."

With that, I didn't linger at all. I turned on my heels and walked away from the hotel without looking back.

The big screen began scrolling through footage from inside the banquet.

David held Grace's hand and walked into the spotlight.

"Thank you all for coming. I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce the lady beside me."

He looked at Grace, his eyes tender.

"Miss Grace will be the future Luna of Moonridge Pack."

Thunderous applause erupted below.

I stood in the cold wind, watching the perfect couple on the screen, finally severing my last shred of attachment.

I turned and walked toward a black Bentley parked by the roadside.

Liam opened the car door and respectfully handed me a document.

"Mia, the private jet is ready. We can leave whenever you're ready."

"Let's go. To the airport."

Halfway through the banquet, David suddenly felt intense anxiety.

He habitually looked toward the corner but didn't see that familiar figure.

"Mia didn't come?" He grabbed the assistant.

"Alpha David, didn't you order us not to let her in? Security said she left half an hour ago."

"Where did she go?"

"It seems... to the private airport."

David's heart sank heavily.

Mia, someone who lived on a bartender's salary and found even taxis too expensive—where would she get the money for a Bentley?

He suddenly remembered that last night I said I had canceled my flight and changed destinations to go clear my head.

That resolute look in my eyes when I said "perfect" flashed through his mind again.

Was she really going to leave him completely?

He pushed past Grace, who was making toasts, and rushed out of the hotel like a madman.

At this moment, the live comments scrolled across my vision:

[It's finally coming—the private jet!]

[David, run faster. Are you rushing to be reborn?]

[The earlier parts were so frustrating. Finally going to feel satisfied. Can't wait for the Alpha to grovel.]

The cold wind howled.

David ran to the private airport, gasping for breath as he searched everywhere for me.

"Mia!"

Just then, I stood on the boarding stairs of a private jet bearing the Alpha King's insignia, looking down at him.

David froze in place, his face full of disbelief.

Standing next to me was an imposing middle-aged man.

That was my father, the Alpha King.

"David, Moonridge Pack still owes my family a debt that hasn't been repaid."