Yield No More,Alpha Caleb Howl Alone

I, Clara, fled Caleb after he branded "yield" into my soul, choosing Juliet over me-stealing my dowry, mocking my pain. On his fake mating day, I escaped to the Western Packs, ripping free from his chains. In Elaria, Dominic found me-no judgment for my shorn scalp, just warmth. Caleb tracked me, begging forgiveness, but his words reeked of the same control. When an avalanche buried Dominic, I dug him out, ignoring Caleb's pleas. Dominic gave me a moonstone ring etched with our sigils; I wore it proudly. Now, as I board my flight, Caleb's scent fades behind me.