Aurora's POV
The bed felt too large and too cold the moment Raymond slammed the door. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, the ghost of his touch still prickling my skin. But even that heat was fading, replaced by the icy realization that Oliver was truly slipping through my fingers.
I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling as I opened my messages. I typed the words quickly, before I could lose my nerve.
"I can't do this anymore, Oliver. I'm resigning. Please don't look for me."
I hit send. My heart hammered against my ribs. I watched the screen, seeing the little icons change. The message was delivered. A few seconds later, it was seen.
He was looking at it. Right now.
I waited. I held my breath until my lungs ached, expecting the phone to vibrate in my hand. I expected him to call me, to growl through the line, to use his Alpha tone to command me back to the packhouse. I wanted him to tell me I was his and that I wasn't going anywhere.
But the phone stayed silent.
