Looking at the figure leaving the villa without hesitation, Silas’s eyes suddenly turned dark. His heart seemed to be cut into pieces, and it hurt so much that he felt suffocated. He wished he could catch up with her and hug her, tell her not to leave.

But there was no reaction from his legs at all. He was like a good-for-nothing. What qualifications did he have to keep her by his side? He was no longer a wolf, no longer a strong Alpha. He looked up at the afterglow of the dazzling sunlight for him. Through the gaps between his fingers, Silas vaguely saw that Taya tilted her head,...