I Saved An Amnesiac Werewolf, Then Found A New Loyal Wolf Chapter 10

I Saved An Amnesiac Werewolf, Then Found A New Loyal Wolf Chapter 10

Lilith swayed on her feet. 

The last trace of pride she had been clinging to finally shattered. 

“Why?” Her voice came out a jagged whisper. “Everything I did was for-” 

“For yourself.” I looked at her calmly. “You were 

afraid Draven wouldn’t accept you as his fiancée.” 

“You were even more afraid people would find out 

that while he’d lost his memory, he chose the 

human you looked down on the most.” 

She glared at me, pure hatred burning in her eyes. 

But this wasn’t the ballroom. 

And it wasn’t my tiny apartment anymore. 

There was no one left to stand above me. 

At last, Caelan turned his attention to Draven. “As 

for you.” 

Draven hadn’t said a word until then, but I saw his shoulders tense. 

“You owed your life to the woman who saved you 

while you had no memory.” 

“When you regained your memories, you 

mishandled everything.” 

“You stood by while the Vane family humiliated 

her.” 

“You forced her into the spotlight.” 

“You turned her into someone else’s pawn.” 

Caelan’s voice stayed level. Cold enough to cut. 

“Do you want to tell everyone where you went 

wrong?” 

The Council Hall fell deathly silent. 

Every eye was on Draven. 

The once untouchable Alpha Heir sat before everyone with no one left to protect his pride. 

After a long silence, he slowly looked at me. 

For the first time, there was no arrogance in his 

eyes. No indifference. Only regret. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Those were the words I’d wanted to hear for so 

long. 

But when they finally came, I felt nothing. 

Caelan didn’t press him further. 

He only said, “Turn over your authority.” 

Draven’s fingers slowly tightened. In the end, he quietly nodded. 

Watching him now, I understood. Those three 

months were finally over. 

When most of the room had emptied, I looked at 

Draven one last time. 

“I saved you. But I never owed you anything.” 

His eyes widened. 

I went on, “When you clung to me, you needed me.” 

“When you pushed me away, you despised me.” 

“And if you regret it now, that’s your burden. Not 

mine.” 

He couldn’t say a word. 

He just stared at me, as if the weight of what he’d 

lost was only now sinking in. But it was too late. 

I turned and walked away without looking back. 

The hallway behind me was silent. 

And I knew, walking away–no one would ever hold. 

those three months over me again. 

No one would ever force me to bow my head. 

I had barely stepped outside the Council Hall when. 

Draven caught up to me. “Sera.” 

I stopped and looked back. 

In just a few days, that shell of pride had been. 

stripped away. 

The exhaustion in his eyes was impossible to hide. He stopped a few steps away. 

His voice was hoarse. “If I admit it now… would 

you come back to me?” 

I looked at him. My heart was strangely calm. 

A few days ago, those words would’ve broken me. 

I would’ve asked why now. Why only after 

everything was over. 

But now, they meant nothing. 

“No.” I answered without hesitation. 

He’d probably expected that answer. Still, the color 

drained from his face. 

“The bond mark wasn’t an accident.” 

He looked at me with bloodshot eyes. 

“And what I felt for you back then… that wasn’t a 

lie.” 

“I know.” 

“It wasn’t that I didn’t care.” His voice had dropped. to a whisper. “I just… didn’t dare.” 

I smiled faintly. “So?” 

He had no answer. Not a single word came out. 

So what? Did that excuse throwing me to the 

wolves? 

Letting them humiliate me? Use me? Slap me? 

Did fear justify looking me in the eye and saying it 

could’ve been anyone? 

I met his gaze. Then I finally said the words I’d 

owed myself. 

“I haven’t forgiven you, Draven. I’ve just moved on.” 

The words hit him like a blow. He stood there, 

motionless. 

Caelan had been waiting nearby the whole time. 

He didn’t interrupt. Didn’t rush me. Only when I 

was done did he walk over and take my hand. 

“Let’s go.” 

I nodded. This time, when I walked away, Draven 

didn’t follow. 

Maybe he’d finally realized that some things, once 

lost, never came back. 

Caelan took me to my new home. 

It was much larger than my old apartment. 

But he never asked me to stay. He just put the keys in my hand. 

“Stay, if you want. Leave, if you don’t.” 

I looked down at the keys resting in my palm. 

A smile tugged at my lips. 

What Draven offered was a payoff. A place to buy 

my silence. 

What Caelan gave me was a choice. 

I stayed. Only then did I realize how effortless real 

care could be. 

There was always warm soup waiting in the 

kitchen. 

There was always stomach medicine in the 

drawer. 

Whenever I worked late, the light in the living room. 

was always on when I came home. 

Later, when I’d come home with groceries, Caelan 

would take the bags from me without a word. 

“What are we making tonight?” 

I looked over at him. 

“What do you want to eat?” 

“Anything.” He paused. “As long as you made it.” 

I couldn’t help smiling. 

A gentle evening breeze drifted through the open window, bringing a welcome sense of calm. 

Something suddenly came to mind. I looked up at 

him. 

“The night you showed up in that alley, was it really 

a coincidence?” 

He met my eyes. 

“It wasn’t.” 

“And the stray pup downstairs?” 

“That wasn’t either.” 

I stared at him, chuckling. “So you planned all of 

it?” 

He answered without the slightest hesitation. “I 

was.” 

“Why?” 

He lowered his eyes to mine. Those gray–gold eyes were impossibly deep beneath the warm. light. 

“Because someone didn’t know what they had. Someone had to.” 

I froze. Something warm bloomed in my chest- not painful, just full. 

I looked down, a small smile on my face. My eyes 

stung. 

Caelan reached over and gently ruffled my hair. 

“What is it?” 

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around 

him. 

“Nothing. It just feels like those three months were 

a long, cold dream.” 

“And now I’m finally awake.” 

He looked down at me and held me a little closer. 

“We’re going home.” 

I buried my face against his chest and nodded. 

That was when I understood. 

Real closure isn’t watching them regret losing you. 

It’s having someone stand beside you and remind 

you–you were never beneath anyone.