Chapter 107 Cold Night, Warmer Hearts
Aubrey’s POV
Moonlight filtered in through the narrow gap between the curtains. I stared at my phone screen<b>, </b>watching Mariana’s apology video. Her amber eyes shimmered with tears, fragile and sincere. The video had <b>already </b>surpassed ten million views, and thements were flooded with sympathy-“poor thing, “she deserves forgiveness.”
In the video, she exined everything: how she had threatened Daria in a moment of weakness but never followed through. She imed someone close to her had overheard her, misunderstood her words, <b>and </b>acted on their own. That person then tricked her into believing Daria had agreed to sell the dance<b>, </b><b>and</b>, desperate for fame, she went along with it. But now, she had sent that person to turn themselves <b>in </b>and felt deeply guilty. She was ashamed of disappointing her fans and had decided <i>to </i>retire.
Mariana apologized again and again with carefully chosen words. She even said that, no matter where <b>Daria </b>was or how much he hated her, she was ready to make amends–if he came forward.
The werewolves who had been calling her a monster were starting <i>to </i>soften. Some even went back to supporting her, saying she was simply led astray by a foolish assistant. Others were practically lining up <b>to </b>be her new one.
And thanks to her PR team working overtime, the hacked performance was now being spun as part of <b>a </b>grand conspiracy.
In less than ten days, Mariana had transformed from viin to victim–a misunderstood artist forced off stage by cruel schemers. Hereback game was masterful.
I couldn’t help butugh coldly. Compared to Bailey, Mariana clearly knew how to manipte public opinion. She didn’t just fight back–she rewrote the story.
I set my phone down, feeling like something was missing.
That’s when I realized–my phone had been quiet. Too quiet.
Henry used to call constantly, even when he was busy. I always had the choice to answer or ignore him. But now, he’d been in Ste Pack for ten days… and hadn’t called once.
I pouted and flopped on the bed, restless.
Then–suddenly–my phone rang.
It was Alpha Henry.
This time, I didn’t ignore it.
I picked up. “Alpha?”
Silence.
I sat up, unsettled, just as a low chuckle came through the speaker.
“Did you miss me?”
His voice was husky and soft, and something in me rxed… even as my brow furrowed again.
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“No. Why?” <b>I </b>snapped.
He sighed, as if expecting that. “So heartless… I missed you a little, though.”
His words, quiet and lingering, echoed like a plucked string in my chest. I didn’t respond.
His voice softened further.
“These past few days. I keep thinking about the past. You were right–I used to be too extreme, You were <b>un </b>kind to me, and I couldn’t see it because I hated you.”
That kind of talk? It didn’t sound like a good sign. I frowned. “Did something happen to you?
“Me? Get hurt?” he scoffed. “Impossible.”
Of course. He was one of the most powerful alphas in the northern continent. What could possibly <b>happen </b>to him?
I rxed slightly and cooled my tone. “Then I’m hanging up.
“Wait!” he blurted. “I’ve been gone this long, and you didn’t miss me at all? Not even a little?”
I bit my lip, silent.
Outside, a wolf’s distant howl echoed, as if in response.
“Don’t lie, Aubrey. I bet you did miss me.”
My lips twitched involuntarily. I pressed them down hard.
“Goodbye.”
“Don’t-”
I hung up before he could finish.
But that smile? I couldn’t wipe it off my face no matter how hard I tried. Even E wasughing at me in my head.
Henry’s POV
Aubrey’s abrupt hang–up irritated me–but it wasn’t unexpected. She always treated me that way.
Still, the fact that she picked up right away?
That was progress.
I chuckled quietly.
Just then, my lieutenant approached, face grim. “Alpha, maybe we should pull out. It’s too dangerous <b>here</b><b>. </b>
“That’s exactly why we can’t leave.” I wiped blood from my face and tucked my blood–stamunicator back into my pack. “Ste Pack is our first defense against the southern <b>w </b>afford to lose it.”
It wasn’t until I reached Ste Pack that I realized how bad the situation really <b>was</b>.
We can’t
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Their alpha had died from the T–Flu, and his son–only thirteen–hadn’t even awakened his wolf <b>spirit</b><b>. </b><b>The </b>pack was in chaos, torn by internal power struggles and panic.
Worse, southern wolves were circling, probing their borders, waiting for a chance to swallow the territory whole.
If I left now, Ste Pack would fall–and the entire northern region would lose its front line.
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