Chapter 30

The throbbing pain in my ankle seemed insignificant compared to the weight in my chest as I purchased a support brace from the medical

center’s pharmacy.

My inner wolf whimpered pathetically, still longing for the Alpha who had rejected us. Shut up, I snarled internally. He never wanted us.

Not really.

I limped into the elevator of his luxury apartment building, my fingers trembling as I pressed the button for the penthouse floor. The space had always felt like Drake’s territory, marked with his scent and decorated to his taste. I had merely been a temporary fixture.

The apartment was silent when I entered. I moved directly to the bedroom, pulling out a small suitcase from the back of the closet. It felt surreal, gathering the fragments of my life in this place I’d called home for years.

Standing in the walk-in closet, I ran my fingers over the designer clothes Drake had purchased for me to wear as his assistant.