Chapter 7 Blake returned to the pack house, only to find that the four-season flowers I had personally planted in the wooden fence had been ripped out by the roots, lying in a pile by the roadside, wilted and decaying. Pack members were still hauling out all sorts of furniture: cabinets, sofas, carpets... everything was being removed. One of them tripped, and the French sideboard that Blake and I had spent three days hunting for at the antique market crashed to the ground, breaking a corner. Blake's brows furrowed sharply, "What are you all doing?" A pack member looked at him in confusion. "These are all the things Layla told us to throw away. Didn't you know, Alpha?" The beta explained, "Layla said it was your order." Blake suddenly realized something, and he staggered forward, suddenly rushing into the house. Most of the furniture had already been taken out, and renovations had begun. In just one day, there wasn't a trace left of the life we had built together. Blake, in a fit of panic, snatched the nightstand that was about to be thrown out by the pack member. His hand fumbled under it, pulling out a hospital appointment slip. Layla, Obstetrics. His hands trembled uncontrollably as he whispered, "Where is she?" The beta shook his head, "I don't know either." Blake stumbled out of the house, a knot of regret tightening in his chest. Zariah caught up to him. "Blake, Layla must have found someone new. She doesn't want you anymore. Look at me, Blake." Blake's eyes flashed red with fury, and he swung her hand away. "Get away!" Chapter 7 70.00% 4 "It's all because of you! Yesterday she was still here!" "If it weren't for you, she wouldn't be upset, she wouldn't leave!" Zariah collapsed to the ground, her tailbone and lower back aching, but she didn't get a single glance from Blake. I was being discharged from the hospital when Rosalie called. The fetus was too small, and it was a spontaneous miscarriage-barely even considered one. After my blood sugar levels improved, the healer had insisted that I leave. "Did you really break the mate bond with Blake?" Rosalie's voice was filled with disbelief. "How could you? You love him so much." I interrupted her speculation. "Did you place the bet on not re-bonding? Did you?" "I bet a thousand. It's so frustrating! If it were one to a hundred, I should've bet a hundred thousand!" Rosalie gritted her teeth at the wealth she'd missed out on. I laughed. "You're his friend. If you respect me, we can be friends again. If not, just delete me.' Rosalie gasped. "You're really going to sever ties with him? You're not going back?" I smirked. "If you still have feelings for him, go ahead and fight for him." Surprisingly, the words came out easily, and I realized I had truly let Rosalie shuddered. "That kind of scumbag-get far away from him. Can you at least wish me some good luck?" I was stunned. Others could label him a scumbag after a month, but I had spent ten years with him. Maybe I was too slow, too foolish, to play his rejection game. Tobias called, but I ignored it. He was Blake's lapdog and was surely just trying to convince me to come back. Chapter 7 70.00% When I picked up an unfamiliar call, Tobias's voice came through, frantic. "Layla, you have to come back! Blake's gone mad!" I hung up immediately, blocked the number, and set my phone to reject all incoming calls. Chapter 7 70.00% Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!