Chapter 3:
Elodie’s POV ~
My body felt like it was tearing apart, every nerve screaming as I clutched my arm and tried to breathe through the stabbing pain. The burn throbbed so deep I swear it was crawling through my veins, and yet the sound that gutted wasn’t from the wound... it was from the soft echo of Calhoun’s footsteps fading, his tall fra disappearing from sight without even a glance back as he carried Carla away.
Just like that. He was gone.
I bit down so hard on my lip that I tasted blood, but it still couldn’t stop the sob that broke through . The workers nearby were whispering, their eyes darting at in pity, but I couldn’t bear to look at them. I hated their stares, hated the way they reminded how low I’d fallen. How stupid I’ve been all these years. My throat burned, and before I could stop it, tears ca in waves.
I wiped at my face with my sleeve, gasping, and staggered to the wall where the broom and mop leaned. My hands shook violently as I grabbed them, the wooden handle digging into my palm. Do sothing. Move. Just move. If I cleaned, maybe I wouldn’t collapse.
I forced myself forward, bent down with the mop in one hand, broom in the other, scrubbing at the ss through blurred eyes. My body was trembling, dizziness clawing at my head until I swore the ground was swaying beneath . I couldn’t feel my legs. I couldn’t breathe right.
“Elodie, stop—” a gentle voice broke through.
Before I could even react, the broom was tugged out of my grip. Another pair of hands pried the mop away from . I blinked up to see two of my co-workers, faces heavy with pity.
“Let us help you,” one of them said softly, her voice shaking with guilt. She knelt, pushing the mop away and reaching for .
An arm slid carefully around my shoulders, steadying as my knees threatened to give out. “You shouldn’t... you shouldn’t be standing like this. You’re bleeding,” another murmured, her eyes darting to my arm.
One of them crouched low, eting my broken gaze. Her voice cracked as she whispered, “Elodie... I’m sorry. This is wrong. You should get this checked, please.”
I swallowed hard, my lips parting, but nothing ca out. My throat was so raw, strangled. So I just gave the weakest nod, my chin trembling as more tears slipped free.
They sighed, helpless, and one of them tightened her hold around . Slowly, carefully, she began guiding toward the door. My feet dragged across the floor. Behind , I could hear the murmurs start up again, so quiet, but not quiet enough.
“This is unfair,” one of the won whispered. “I passed by earlier and saw her carrying that broth. The steam was rising off it. If it wasn’t boiling hot, it wouldn’t have burned her skin like that.”
I stiffened, my chest heaving, but I kept moving.
Another voice cut in, angrier. “Carla is a troublemaker. Even if it wasn’t hot, why would she throw it like that? That wasn’t an accident. That was... that was almost like a murder attempt! She could’ve scarred Elodie’s face forever or broken her nose.”
I flinched. My stomach turned.
Then ca another sigh. “What can we say? Alpha Calhoun no longer has a mind of his own. He’s a puppet now, dancing to Carla’s tune. She’s the real ruler of this place. And we all know it, if any of us so much as step on her feet, we’ll pay dearly. Pity poor Elodie. She’s the one Carla always picks on.”
Their words sliced through deeper than the burn ever could. My heart bled and bled, until it felt like nothing was left of it. My chest tightened so painfully I thought I’d collapse right there.
The woman supporting must have felt it too, because she squeezed my shoulder gently. That tiny gesture broke . My eyes stung, another sob rising.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
She gave a sad smile, eyes soft with sympathy, and nodded. “Co. Let’s get you out of here.”
She led past the stares, past the whispers, past the wreckage of my pride.
But as soon as I stepped out of the room, mories hit .
I rembered the day we’d been at that negotiation table, the neighboring pack trying to tear apart our contract. They accused , pointed their fingers, tried to humiliate in front of everyone. My hands had shaken, my words caught in my throat, but before I could crumble, Calhoun had slamd his hand against the table, his eyes blazing.
“Touch her na again, and I’ll end this deal,” he had growled, his voice like thunder. “You fault her, you fault . Do you want war? Then keep testing .”
The entire room had gone silent. Even the opposing Alpha had paled. And Calhoun... Calhoun had turned his face toward , his expression unreadable but his presence wrapping around like armor.
That day, he stood beside . Unshaken. Defiant. Protecting with a ferocity that had made my heart soar.
I had been so stupidly excited, so sure it ant sothing. That maybe... just maybe... he was beginning to see . To care.
And now...now I could barely breathe through the ache of knowing how wrong I had been.
How very, very stupid I must have been.
I don’t know what hurt more—that Carla spit out one baseless lie with that venomous tongue of hers, or that Calhoun didn’t even blink before believing her. Not a single question. Not even a flicker of doubt. He just looked at ...looked through and passed judgnt as though I was already guilty.
My heart shattered right there. I could almost hear it crack, breaking into pieces so small they could never be put back together. I fought the urge to clutch my chest where the pain was slamming through , but it didn’t matter. It felt like teors crashing inside , burning alive from the inside out.
Why? After years of giving my everything—my ti, my heart, my entire life, why was it so easy for him to throw away? Didn’t he see it? Didn’t he see how much I loved him? How much I bled for him, silently, every single day? How every decision I made, every sacrifice, every sleepless night was to make his life easier?
Didn’t I deserve a little trust? Just once? Even half of what he gave Carla so freely?
Or was right and wrong aningless in his world, as long as it pleased her?
Those questions tore apart, but his coldness—the way he didn’t even spare another glance was the knife that twisted the deepest.
By the ti my kind coworker slipped an arm around and led out of the building, I was nothing more than a hollow shell. I didn’t even rember walking out the doors; it was like my body moved while my soul stayed behind, trapped in that office where I had been condemned without a chance to breathe.
She hailed an Uber for , her voice soft, her touch careful as if I would crumble if she held too tightly. When the car arrived, she paid the fare herself and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“Take good care of yourself, Elodie,” she whispered, her eyes heavy with sympathy I couldn’t bear to accept.
I gave her a weak nod, my throat too raw to form words, and slipped into the backseat.
The ride ho was torture. The silence inside the car felt like a coffin, pressing in on from every direction. The driver kept glancing at in the rearview mirror, his brows furrowed with quiet concern as my tears slid down my face, one after the other, never stopping. Bless him, though he didn’t ask. He didn’t pry. He just drove.
When we pulled up to my apartnt, I stumbled out, clutching my bag like it was the only thing tethering . I left it by the door the second I got inside, too drained to care, and headed straight to the shower.
Water hit my skin, but it wasn’t soothing. It was sharp, too sharp, stinging the burns and bruises Carla had left with. I winced over and over, but I didn’t move away. Instead, I let my tears mix with the water, running down in rivers until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. I scrubbed, but I couldn’t wash away the sha. I couldn’t scrub away his face, the cold way he looked at , the way he chose her lies over my truth.
By the ti I stepped out, I was trembling, my bathrobe clinging to my damp skin. I didn’t care that my hair was dripping, that my bed would get soaked—I just wanted to collapse, to sink into the sheets and disappear.
But just as I was about to crawl into bed, my phone started ringing.
My heart sank straight into my stomach when I saw the caller ID.
Calhoun.
For a second, my trembling fingers hovered above the screen, ready to swipe and answer, desperate to hear his voice even if it was dismissive. But before I could, the call ended.
A hollow silence followed, and then a vibration. My chest tightened when I saw the ssage pop up on my screen: “Bring ibuprofen and warm milk with honey. Be fast.”
Disappointnt curled in my belly so sharp it made nauseous. But without thinking, like the trained fool I had beco, I slipped into another wear, tied my hair up with trembling hands, and left my apartnt. My feet carried on autopilot, dragging toward the errand as if my own body refused to rebel against him.
When I finally reached Calhoun’s penthouse, I wasn’t prepared. A wave of nausea slamd into the mont I stepped inside before shock could even register.
Everything was different.
The cold, black interior that had once mirrored him, his taste, his darkness—gone. The little bonsai tree I had planted with his grandfather before the old man passed... gone. In its place stood a sunflower, its bright yellow petals mocking . Carla. Of course.
I froze like a fool in the doorway, my eyes stinging as I took in the rest. Expensive handbags and shoes scattered at every corner, perfus lining the glass tables, soft feminine colors layered over what used to be his.
My heart dropped so violently.
The sound of the door unlocking startled . Calhoun appeared. He didn’t even spare a greeting. Without a word, he plucked the bag from my hand, rummaging through it. Only when he had confird everything was there did he finally bother to lift his gaze to my face.
“Shit,” he muttered, his brow furrowing. “Your injuries look terrible. Have you had them treated?”
I swallowed hard. Slowly, I shook my head.
He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Elodie... Carla’s been having her mood swings, like she always does. It wasn’t because she wanted to hurt you, alright? She’s just... she’s just having a rough day. Make sure you get those wounds taken care of. If you need a few days off, I’ll sign the form.”
A bitter smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. “That won’t be necessary, Alpha Calhoun. By the end of the month—”
“Listen to ,” he cut in sharply. “I’m only concerned because you need to be strong. You’ll be putting together Carla’s welco back party, and I want it perfect.”
His words lodged in my throat. I almost choked on them. My lips parted, but no sound ca out. My knees felt weak. I took a step back, needing air.
He noticed. His eyes narrowed as if he was about to speak again, but then a soft, feigned whimper broke the silence.
“Cal...”
Carla stood leaning against the bedroom door, her piercing gaze locked on . In that instant, her face twisted—pure venom flashing in her eyes. But the second Calhoun turned toward her, she shifted. Her expression lted into one of fragility, as if she’d break apart at the smallest touch.
“Has she brought the stuff?” she asked. “I’m feeling pain all over my body, Cal. I just... I want cuddles. And massages.”
My stomach lurched.
His face softened instantly. He nodded, his voice dropping gentle. “Don’t hurt your feet. Go lay on the bed. I’ll get the maids to heat the milk, then I’ll co join you. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered, smiling sweetly.
I stood there, silent. My chest burned. My eyes stung so badly I thought they’d burst. Watching the way his entire being softened for her—while all I ever got was indifference. I rembered the night I almost broke a tooth from clenching down against the stress, the days I tripped in his presence and he hadn’t even looked twice. And when I fainted from exhaustion, rushed into the ER—how had he reacted?
He signed my leave form. That was all.
No visit. No call. No concern.
But Carla? A whimper was all it took to lt him.
When he left with her, I felt my throat swell. A single tear slipped free before I could stop it. I turned and walked out, my legs carrying like they didn’t belong to anymore. A bitter ache rose in my chest. By the ti I stepped outside, I tilted my head back to the sky.
And just one tear fell.
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