Chapter 3

Violet's POV

When I got home, it was already dark.

There was an extra pair of pink slippers on the shoe rack, like a territorial declaration.

Xavier sat on the sofa, holding a tablet.

Hearing the door open, he didn't even look up. His first words were a rebuke.

"How can you argue with an immature young girl? Amber sent me a photo. Her face is swollen. Can't you be more magnanimous?"

I ignored him and walked straight to the bedroom, pulling out my suitcase.

Xavier followed me in, leaning against the doorframe, his brow furrowed:

"I'm talking to you! Violet? Amber is from Frostveil Pack, an important marriage alliance choice. I'm just giving her a chance. You're abusing your power."

I opened the closet, took down the clothes hanging inside one by one, and threw them into the suitcase.

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

I swept my skincare products into my makeup bag.

Xavier finally realized something was wrong. He stepped forward and pressed down on my suitcase:

"What are you doing? Running away from home again? I already told you it's nothing. Can you stop being so unreasonable?"

I backhanded him with a slap.

This slap was heavier than the one I gave Amber during the day.

Xavier's head jerked to the side from the blow, five finger marks quickly appearing on his face.

He covered his face, looking at me in astonishment.

"That slap is the interest for me leaving."

I said.

Xavier took a deep breath, his eyes turning cold:

"Fine, Violet, you've got some nerve now. Since you want to make a scene, let's settle the accounts. Everything you have now—which of it wasn't given by me? You want to leave? Fine. Don't expect me to beg you to come back. Also, that credit card in your hand—I'm canceling it. Consider it punishment for going crazy today."

"Whatever." I closed the suitcase. "Anything related to you, I don't want anymore."

"Don't regret this!" Xavier pointed at me. "Once you walk out that door, don't expect me to give you anything ever again!"

After saying that, feeling he'd lost face, he slammed the door and left.

I surveyed this house filled with seven years of memories.

I took out a stack of yellow sticky notes and labeled all the furniture, appliances, and decorative paintings I had purchased myself.

After finishing all this, I dragged my suitcase, took one last look at this house, and turned to leave.

As I drove away from the area, I saw Amber's figure.

Sure enough, the moment I left, she couldn't wait to move in.

An hour later, I arrived at the small apartment I had purchased myself.

In a human community.

Far from Moonclaw Pack, where no one would find me.

The first thing I did was open my computer and connect with Lucas.

Yes, my fated mate was the son of the alpha King, that notoriously fierce Lucas.

The screen lit up. Lucas's background showed he was in a car.

He raised his hand, signaling the people beside him to leave, focusing on the camera.

"Am I disturbing you?" I asked.

Lucas stared at me: "Nothing is more important than you. Have you handled everything? Think carefully—once you come to my side, I won't let you go."

"I'm certain." I looked at him. "I want to be with you."

Lucas couldn't suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth: "I'll come get you right away."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

The video call ended.

I sat alone on the carpet.

A few days ago, while handling diplomatic affairs for Xavier, I happened to encounter Lucas, who was also out.

The special thread of fate between wolves drew us together, making us understand the moment we locked eyes.

We were fated mates arranged by the moon goddess.

But at that time, I still loved Xavier, so my wolf and I had a huge fight, finally agreeing to give me one week.

If within that week Xavier was willing to hold a Marking ceremony with me, I would refuse Lucas.

I knew this wasn't good.

After all, Lucas had been searching for his fated mate for nine years.

Any wolf who gets rejected after nine years of searching wouldn't feel too good about it.

In the worst-case scenario, he might directly kill Xavier.

Well... maybe he wouldn't, at least that wouldn't be wise.

Fortunately, Lucas had something very important to deal with urgently at the time, so he temporarily agreed to my request to stay at Moonclaw pack for one more week.

But now, just three days later, I had decided to be with my fated mate.

The destiny arranged by the moon goddess was indeed correct.