As I packed my bags on moving day, the sun shone brightly outside.

Mathew and Alpha Mike walked in , their eyes widening at the sight of my piled-up boxes.

“Alice, what are you doing?” Mathew asked.

“Oh, I’m just moving back to Flowerland,”

“Why?” Alpha Mike snapped, irritation flaring.

“Is this about Ella?” Mathew pressed.

I glanced at their familiar yet distant faces. Ella, always Ella. When did she become the center of their world?

The moving company arrived, and I began directing them to load my things.

“I’ve overstayed my welcome,” I muttered under my breath.

Just as Alpha Mike opened his mouth to say something, his phone...