YoYo

Ten years later, I ran into Alpha Liam of my old Pack again at a Pack reunion. All our old Packmates, successful now, had Mated, borne pups,their own bonds settled and secure. Only Liam, the Alpha of StoneRidge Pack, was still single. Unmated. "Sophia, Alpha Liam's waiting for you. He hasn't dated or completed a bond in years." They'd barely finished speaking when Liam walked in. He walked in, sharp in a suit, and everyone gasped. Ten years later, Liam was still drop—dead gorgeous. The youthful arrogance of a Alpha was gone, though. A calm maturity now settled in his brow. Knowing our history—the Pack's designated future Alpha and Beta pair, the foundation of our generation—they made sure Liam and I sat together. He kept sneaking glances at me, like he had a million things to say. But all he managed was a soft,"Rena, long time no see." "Yeah, it's been a long time." I responded blandly, my face completely devoid of any emotion about our long—awaited reunion. Childhood sweethearts, totally inseparable, destined to Claim and Accept at eighteen. But we ended up like strangers. I remembered the party after high school graduation, when he cut a slice of watermelon for the new transfer student. This time, I didn't cry. I just quietly ended things. "All because of a piece of watermelon? As my future Beta, destined to stand by my side, can't you be a little more generous?" "Yeah. And no." He scoffed."Fine. Just try to stick with it for more than a couple days this time. Give me some peace." I didn't say anything. I just grabbed my bag and left the private room. This time, he didn't immediately follow me out like he always did. He figured I was just throwing another tantrum, that in a few days, once I cooled down, I'd naturally come crawling back to him, just like before. StoneRidge Pack's future Alpha and Beta, Mates destined since childhood—how could we truly sever our bond over a little tantrum? It was just an empty threat. After all, that's how all ninety—nine previous breakups went. But what he didn't know was that it was the straw that broke the camel's back. What he, in his Alpha arrogance, couldn't understand was that each of those ninety—nine times had caused a physical tear in our Companion Bond. He must have felt the pain—that deep, physiological ache of a bond fracturing, a warning from his very instincts. But he'd dismissed it as weakness, as inertia, not love. But as the bond was torn and superficially mended, again and again, it grew weaker, like a piece of paper crumpled ninety—nine times, impossible to smooth. Each new fracture of the Companion Bond hurt him less than the last. As his physical pain diminished, his apologies grew lazier. My heart, repeatedly stung and already riddled with holes, had finally run out of its last shred of warmth and hope. With that ninety—ninth breakup, I was truly done with him. Liam and I had always been known throughout the school as a match made in heaven. The future Alpha and his Beta Mate, the foundation of StoneRidge Pack's next generation. He was the school's golden boy Alpha, tall with long legs, a face so chiseled it was almost intimidating. He always rocked a cool, black windbreaker, all swagger and charm, drawing girls in like crazy. But his eyes? They were always, only, on me. We were childhood sweethearts, practically glued at the hip growing up. At our baby party when we were just one, it was like we picked each other, destined from the start. By seven, our parents had already joked about our future Mating ceremony. At fourteen, we were passing love notes. Sixteen, he officially asked me out. Seventeen, we promised each other to get into the Northern Academy... Everything was perfect until our last year in high school. That's when Chloe Hayes, a new transfer student, showed up in our class. When the homeroom teacher set up the "buddy system" for new students, she specifically paired Chloe with Liam. She made it crystal clear:"If you don't take this on, you can forget about dating Sophia Reed anywhere on campus. Even a future Alpha can't escape this responsibility." Liam, whose Alpha aloofness was legendary, had no choice but to take on the assignment. At first, it was just regular tutoring sessions and showing her around campus. But little by little, things started to feel really off. More and more, Chloe started appearing on our dates. And then, it was just them, without me. When Chloe mentioned she craved a cake from that trendy bakery in Soho everyone queues for, he ditched football training to get it for her. When Chloe posted on Instagram that she was feeling down, he stayed on the phone with her all night. And get this: one time, when she had period cramps, he borrowed money from me—his destined Mate—to buy her hot cocoa.... I was furious. We fought. And that's when I started breaking up with him, over and over again. The first time I dumped him, it was on the phone. There was this long silence on his end, then I heard his breathing, ragged and fast. It was a total downpour that night. He showed up at my place, soaked to the bone, and stood outside all night. He must have been reeling from the initial, searing pain of the Companion Bond tearing. His voice hoarse, he kept calling my name, begging me to forgive him. The second time I ended things, he skipped a whole day of classes, posted up outside my classroom door, his eyes bloodshot. He shoved a thick, messily written but totally heartfelt love letter into my hands, begging me to get back together, all humble and desperate. But as it happened more and more often, he finally seemed to figure out my bottom line... that I couldn't actually leave him! The pain numbed, his Alpha pride took over, and his apologies started getting lazier and lazier. What used to be an instant makeup turned into a day later, then three days, then a week... Until after 99 times. All that pent—up disappointment and heartache, simmering for way too long, just burst. I finally decided to leave him for good. The first thing I did when I got home, I fired up my laptop and, without a second thought, changed my top choice on the application. It was supposed to be Northern Academy, our Pack's future, our dream school, but I switched it to Southern Academy, thousands of miles away,far from our Pack's territory. Next, I started clearing out everything that reminded me of him. Limited edition plushies he'd given me, matching couple bracelets, little notes filled with sweet nothings, a thick stack of photos... I shoved it all into one massive cardboard box. The next day, I hauled that heavy box over to his place. His butler, who knew me well, showed me straight into the living room. The scent of Chloe was overwhelming, coating everything. In the past, I would have snarled, started a fight to defend my territory. But this time, it was as if my senses were broken. I focused only on what I had to do. In the spacious living room, a large, steel—grey wolf and a smaller, silver—grey wolf were playfully wrestling on the plush carpet. They were nipping and tumbling, the silver—grey one letting out excited yips and sweet, flirty growls. Chloe must've felt my stare, because she shifted back, turning around. She saw me standing there with the box, and a sweet, innocent smile bloomed on her face as she grabbed an oversized black T—shirt from the sofa to pull on. My eyes instantly fixed on the oversized black T—shirt Chloe was wearing. It was the limited edition one I'd hunted down for his birthday last year, hitting up multiple malls just to find it. It was a blatant scent—marking, a claim. When he got it, he was so surprised he picked me up and spun me around a few times, then whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin, "Phia gave this to me. I'm gonna wear it every single day." Turns out, his "wear it every single day" promise actually meant he could just casually lend it to another girl like this. Chloe must've felt my stare, because she turned around. Saw me standing there with the box, and a sweet, innocent smile bloomed on her face. "Oh, hey Sophia! You're here? Liam was just helping me with my shifting. I'm still not very good at it. I hope you don't mind? Please don't fight with him over this. We're just friends. I would never try to get in between you two." Liam didn't even flinch. He just lazily lifted his eyes, giving me a quick glance. His thumbs were just scrolling through videos on his phone. His voice was totally casual. "What do you want? Didn't we break up?" Watching him act like he didn't care at all, a wave of bitter self—mockery washed over me. I remembered the first time I'd brought up breaking up, how he'd been a mess in the pouring rain, practically begging me. Then I remembered how it took him longer and longer to win me back after our fights. And the last time, he'd just sent a WhatsApp message: "Stop being dramatic. I'll take you for BBQ tonight." He kept pushing my boundaries, and because I kept caving and forgiving him, he just got bolder and bolder. But he had no idea that even a camel eventually gets broken by the last straw. This time, the ninety—ninth breakup, I was genuinely done with him. There would not be a one—hundredth. "Exactly because we broke up, I wanted to return some of your stuff." "If you're just gonna be dramatic, you can just toss it. No need to bring it all the way over." "Okay." I nodded, no hesitation. Carrying the cardboard box, crammed with memories, I walked over to the giant dumpster nearby. Without a second thought, I just pitched the whole thing in. The box hit the empty bin with a dull thud. ###Chapter 2 I turned to leave. "Wait." He stopped me."Take your stuff from my place too." He probably thought I'd be hurt by that, just like always. That my eyes would well up and I'd ask,"Liam, what the hell?" And then he'd smoothly say,"Let's not fight," and everything would just blow over again. But I didn't say anything. I just turned around, silent, and started to systematically clear out my stuff from this house—a place I'd once known so well, practically called it my second home. By the front door, those fuzzy bear slippers he'd specially bought with my initials; on the kitchen mug rack, the cute strawberry mug that was exclusively mine; on the living room couch, the light gray throw blanket I always used... I picked them out one by one, calmly tossing them into another empty cardboard box, as if I were just clearing out some irrelevant trash. Meanwhile, he and Chloe had found a new interest: video games. During a break in their game, Chloe announced she was thirsty, then very casually picked up his half—empty water glass and took a sip. And he, so protective of his future Alpha authority that he never shared food or drink with anyone—an ingrained trait so strong he used to cringe even at my half—finished boba tea—just glanced over and said absolutely nothing. Chloe then pouted, saying she was hungry, craving specialty tacos from some old, far—off spot. He didn't hesitate, immediately getting up, grabbing his car keys, and walking right out the door. I watched it all, but my heart, strangely, didn't ache anymore. Just a numb, icy coldness remained. I grabbed the packed box and headed upstairs, needing to get the last few things from his room. The moment I pushed open his bedroom door, a figure blocked my path. It was Chloe. A smirk plastered her face, triumph and challenge in her eyes. "You broke up with Liam. What are you even doing here, still trying to get a reaction?" I didn't want to respond to her provocation or get entangled with them."I'm just here to get my stuff. Make a clean break." "A clean break?" She scoffed. "You think playing these mind games is going to make Liam even look your way? He's so over your dramatics. Every time you threatened to break up, you just knew he'd come begging, didn't you? What else can you do besides cling to him?" "Let me tell you something. Everything you like, everything you want, I'm taking it. You copied his applications to Northern Academy, hoping to cling to him forever, right? Well, too bad. I got into Northern Academy too. I'm gonna take him from you, piece by piece, until he's completely mine. To become StoneRidge Pack's future Beta, the future Alpha's Mate... that's my position now." I wasn't going to entertain her bullshit. Clutching the box, I tried to walk past her. But she wouldn't let up. She grabbed my arm, her words turning even nastier."What, did I hit a nerve? Cat got your tongue? Sophia, seriously, have some shame! Your clinging is just disgusting! No wonder Liam got sick of you. Looks like your parents didn't teach you squat, raising a..." SMACK! The sharp sound of a slap echoed, cutting off Chloe's vicious rant. I'd had enough. I lifted my hand and slapped her hard. I could handle being messed with, but no one, no one insulted my parents! She clutched her cheek, eyes wide with disbelief. Then her face contorted with rage, and she raised her hand to hit me back! Just then, I heard the front door open downstairs, followed by footsteps. He was home. Chloe's eyes gleamed, a wicked idea already forming. She shrieked, then yanked my hand, dragging me down the stairs with her."Aargh!" We both tumbled, hitting the first—floor landing with a sickening thud. My whole body screamed, every bone feeling shattered. My forehead slammed into the corner of a step, and warm blood instantly streamed down. Chloe had taken a nasty fall too, but she scrambled up in a flash. Before I could even move, she clutched her face, strategically exposing the bright red slap mark I'd given her. Tears welled up instantly, gushing down as she sobbed dramatically, a perfect picture of distress. "Liam... Sophia... she... she just came at me and hit me, then pushed me down the stairs... I'm in so much pain..." Liam's eyes swept over the chaotic scene, his face hardening into a grim mask. He strode over, his eyes first landing on Chloe, who was sobbing hysterically. Then his gaze, colder than ice, shot to me, struggling to get back on my feet. His voice was laced with frost. "Sophia! What the hell is wrong with you?! This is my house. Who gave you the right to lay a hand on my guest?! A future Beta attacking a Packmate like this?! I really misjudged you!" His Alpha judgment, completely clouded by what he saw, didn't even pause to question her. I bit back a gasp, fighting the searing pain and dizziness. "She insulted my parents first, that's why I—" "Enough!" He didn't even want to hear it, cutting me off sharply. His eyes were full of disappointment and impatience. "I don't want to hear any excuses! Butler! See her out!" The Butler looked visibly uncomfortable, but still stepped forward, gesturing for me to leave. I watched him turn away without hesitation. He gently helped Chloe up, then carefully cradled her to the sofa. He pulled out the first—aid kit and gently cleaned and dressed her wounds, as if she were some fragile, precious jewel. In that moment, my heart felt like it had been carved out of my chest. The pain was so intense, I could barely breathe. He used to treat me like that. I remember one time, I busted my knee during Pack combat drills. He went white as a sheet, totally panicked, and without a word, scooped me up and sprinted to the med center. The whole time, he kept whispering,"Don't be scared, Phia, it'll be okay, the pain will be gone in a second." Back then, all his tenderness, all his frantic concern, it was all just for me. B ut now? All that care, all that patience, it was being showered on some other she—wolf. All my explanations, all my hurt, they just choked in my throat, dissolving into a cold, crushing despair. I didn't say another word, just dragged myself out, every inch of me aching and humiliated. I had been the one to initiate the breakups; I shouldn't have been the one to feel the bond—pain. But I felt it then—a real, suffocating ache. I went to the hospital alone. The check—up revealed a mild concussion and a bunch of soft tissue bruises all over. The doctor wanted me to stay for observation. While I was recovering in the hospital, my phone kept buzzing. It was Chloe, sending all sorts of taunting messages, along with photos and videos of him doting on her. He spoon—fed her porridge, peeled apples for her, and even took her for strolls in the garden. I just stared at them, my face blank, not replying to a single one. My heart was totally numb. Her provocations didn't faze me one bit. A cool, hard emotional defense was building around my heart, brick by brick. ###Chapter 3 After I got out of the hospital, the Pack organized a graduation party. I really didn't want to go, but my friends talked me into it. The moment I walked into the private room, I saw Liam and Chloe sitting glued to each other. Chloe was smiling, feeding him a piece of fruit. He didn't refuse. When my classmates saw me, they all looked a bit awkward. They quickly gathered around, whispering,"Sophia, what's going on? You and Liam... fighting again?" I calmly shook my head. My voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough. "Not fighting. We broke up." "What? Broke up?!" Everyone looked stunned. They weren't just our classmates; they were Pack. They had watched us grow up, the future Alpha and his Beta Mate, the bedrock of our Pack's future. "Why? Liam was always so good to you!" "Yeah, seriously! When you got sick when you were sixteen, he almost fought the dean just to get you a long medical leave!" "Oh, and! The surprises he'd plan for you every holiday? We were all so jealous!" "You two were the couple everyone thought would go from school uniforms to the Alpha Claiming ceremony! How could you break up now, right before graduation?" Listening to them rattle off all his past ‘greatness,' my heart felt like it was shriveling up in a pool of acid, bloated and throbbing. Yeah, he was that good to me once. Good enough that I genuinely believed he was my forever. But that's precisely why his later coldness and favoritism felt so utterly brutal. I paused for a beat, then said softly, "We didn't have that ‘mate thing,' so we broke up. Nobody's indispensable. Besides," My gaze flickered to him across the room, pouring Chloe a drink. "He and Chloe seem to be doing just fine now, don't they?" He happened to catch what I said, frowning as he looked my way, his eyes unreadable. For the rest of the night, it was like he was deliberately trying to spite me. He went out of his way to be even more overtly affectionate with Chloe, super attentive, practically glued to her side. He probably expected me to get jealous, to get mad, maybe even storm over and break them up like I used to. But I didn't. I just sat quietly in my corner, chatting occasionally with whoever was nearby, my gaze calm and unruffled. As if he genuinely was just some random stranger, completely irrelevant to me now. But that utter silence, my complete dismissal, seemed to spark a kind of panic in him he'd never felt before. He instinctively started to move toward me, but Chloe, right there beside him, grabbed his arm. Chloe stood on her tiptoes, whispering something in his ear. He stopped cold, a deep frown creasing his forehead, and finally, just sat back down. Soon enough, someone suggested a round of Truth or Dare. A few rounds later, Chloe lost. Her dare was to kiss the strongest wolf in the room for three minutes. All eyes instantly snapped to Liam. Chloe's face flushed, but her eyes held a challenging glint as she walked straight up to him. This wasn't just a game; if she pulled this off, the rest of the Pack would undoubtedly default to her as the Alpha's future mate. Sophia would lose her position. She would be out. Completely. The other classmates gasped, whispering, "Whoa... this is totally messed up, right? Sophia's literally right here!" Chloe, though, shot a glance at me in the corner, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Sophia, you and Liam are totally over. So, you're cool with us playing a game and kissing, right?" Her best friend immediately chimed in,"Seriously! She's his ex now, what right does she have to tell Liam who he can kiss?As far as I know, a Beta can't tell an Alpha who to F**K, can she?" Her little group burst out laughing. The laughter gradually died down, and every eye in the room, including his, was on me like a spotlight. Liam's amber eyes were also locked on me, his gaze intense, holding an unspoken pressure, as if he was waiting for my reaction. I lowered my head, my long lashes veiling any emotion in my eyes. My voice was barely a whisper, yet it cut through the silence, clear to everyone. "...Yeah, it has nothing to do with me." Those words drew a definitive line. His face instantly darkened, his eyes blazing with fury and a simmering rage from being defied. He let out a sharp, cold scoff, then abruptly pulled Chloe by the waist. To everyone's shocked gasps, he slammed his lips onto hers! Whether it was intentional or not, they made clear, obscene gasping sounds, and the wet, sloppy sound of saliva. It was all so disgusting I wanted to puke. I just watched as they full—on made out under the lights, practically glued to each other. Chloe's hand even snaked up around his neck. My heart felt like it was caught in a vice, a sharp, cramping pain that nearly buckled me. I dug my nails into my palms, digging in so hard it hurt, desperately trying to keep the crushing bitterness and despair from totally drowning me, from making me lose it right then and there. It felt like an eternity, but that agonizingly long kiss finally broke. Chloe's best friend practically yelled,"So, Liam, how was that? Kissing our Chloe... gotta be a whole lot more exciting than with some other girls, huh?" His gaze swept over my pale face, a cold, cruel smirk playing on his lips. His voice was low, but every word cut deep, ringing with the unconscious weight of his Alpha authority: "No comparison. Chloe... total knockout." ###Chapter 4 Chloe's smugness was practically oozing off her. After a few more rounds, Chloe lost again. This time, her dare was to sit on a guy's lap and complete a specific task. Chloe didn't even hesitate, her eyes immediately darting back to Liam. I couldn't take it anymore. I shot up, muttered something about needing the restroom to my friend, and practically sprinted out of that suffocating private room. I hid in the restroom, splashing cold water on my face again and again, but the tears just kept coming, mixing with the water. It took forever to get myself somewhat together. I just wanted to go home. As I turned the corner down the hall, I heard familiar voices coming from the patio. It was Liam and his closest buddies. "Liam, dude, wasn't that a bit much back there? Sophia looked ghost—white. Aren't you gonna go check on her?" "Check on her?" He scoffed, a cold sound."So she can break up with me again in a few days? Am I a glutton for punishment? A Beta climbing all over an Alpha, bro, do you think that's reasonable?" "True... it's your own fault for spoiling her, though. She'd always pull the breakup card. Maybe this is a good chance for her to finally learn her lesson." "Exactly. Once classes start at Northern Academy, she'll be in a new place, won't know anyone. She'll definitely come crawling back. Then you just throw her a bone, and she'll beg for you back. After this, she won't dare threaten to break up with you again. Perfect." Standing outside the door, every drop of blood in me turned to ice. My hands and feet went completely numb with cold. So, in his eyes, all those times I tried to break up with him—all that pain from the tearing of our bond, all that disappointment? It was just me ‘throwing a tantrum,' just ‘a way to manipulate him.' And his ‘lesson' for me? To humiliate me in front of everyone by kissing another girl! Just because he felt I couldn't climb over his head?! This was his Alpha arrogance in its purest, cruelest form. That crushing, egotistical pride that saw my pain not as something to heal, but as a behavior to correct. I wasn't his Mate, his equal. I was something to be disciplined, to be tamed. That realization shattered the last shred of hope I had. I silently turned and walked away, down the stairs. The summer night wind brushed against me, but it was so cold it made me tremble. As I walked, memories flashed through my mind like a silent film. There was a time when, if I so much as frowned, he'd get all anxious, asking if I was feeling unwell. Back then, girls would constantly try to give him love letters. He'd always refuse them without even glancing, then come straight to me, looking for praise. "Phia," he'd boast,"I rejected another one today, all on my own. Praise me!" I'd gotten so used to his kindness, to him treating me like I was his one—of—a—kind treasure. When did it all change? It started the day Chloe showed up. He'd break his own rules for Chloe, again and again, completely ignoring my feelings. It wasn't like I didn't notice how Chloe was special to him, or how he treated her differently. I was just clinging to that last sliver of hope, using breakup threats again and again to test him, to try and win him back. But all it did was make him see me as annoying and childish. Turns out, once I wasn't his one and only anymore, even my tears were wrong. Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed I was almost home. From a distance, I spotted a mail carrier standing by my front door. Guess my acceptance letter finally arrived. I took a deep breath, just about to step forward, when I saw a tall, familiar figure standing with the mailman. It was Liam! He was holding one of the envelopes, clearly marked with the Southern Academy logo, and he was about to rip it open....