“bA /bchance bto /bbturn /bbackb? /bbNo /bthank byou/bb./b”

bI /breached into my coat and btook /bbout /bthe document, handing it bto /bhimb. /b

“Please bgive /bbthis /bto Ferrisb./bb” /b

bMy /bbvoice /bwas steady, as if discussing somethingpletely unrted to bmyself/b.

Simon instinctively took it and looked downb. /bbHis /bexpression, which had carried a tone bof /btolerant guidanceb, /bbfroze /binstantly.

It was an identity cancetion application form.

bAt /bbthe /bbtop /bbwere /bmine and bLinus’s /bchip numbers.

Below that, the applicant’s personal signatureb. /bIn the final nk spaceb, /bit read: Requires Alpha’s signature for confirmation to execute data deletion and privilege revocation.

Simon’s brow furrowed deeply as he looked up at meb, /bhis tone unprecedentedly serious: b“/bAre youb… /bseriousb?/bb” /b

I nodded lightly: b“/bOnce he signs, Linus and I will leave Silver Moon Pack and have nothing to do with you anymoreb./bb” /b

b‘/bbYou’re /binsane.”

He said through gritted teethb, /bpanic appearing in his voice for the first time: “Do you know what canceling your identity means? Without Pack protection, you’ll ose bess to /bbasic medical careb, /bmunication, and identity systems. On other Packs‘ territory, you’ll be a ‘rogue‘ who can be expelled at any time!”

I looked at him, my expression calm as water: “That’s still better than being humiliated and manipted by you pathetic people at will.”

‘Ferris is giving you a way out now. You just need to wait here for him, and he’ll definitely forgive-”

‘I don’t need his forgiveness,” I interrupted, my eyes firm. “I just need him to sign this, then let my brother and me leave.”

simon looked at me, his grip on the document tightening slightly.

‘I understand,” he said. “I’ll give this document to himter, but whether he signs it or not, I don’t know.”

finally showed a smileb: /b“He’ll definitely sign it.”

Or rather, he should have been waiting for this day–when I’d finally be willing to leave and stop clinging to him.

Third Person POV

After handling some business, Simon reported to Ferris.

Ferris asionally asked questions, his gaze sometimes drifting toward the window, seeming somewhat distracted, preupied with other matters.

When they bwere /bnearly finishedb, /bSimon suddenly remembered Aurora’s document: “Oh, Alpha Ferris, about-b” /b

Though he’d told her he would pass it along, he still wanted to gauge Ferris’s attitude first.

bIf /bFerris bwas /bindeed thoroughly fed up with Aurora, he would take it out directly now.

But the words stuck in his throat as he remembered that when they first became mates, Ferris had said he didn’t need special reports about Aurora’s affairs.

He wouldn’t concern himself with her.

And indeed, that had bbeen /btrue.

All these years, Ferris had never proactively asked about Aurora.

bEven /bwhen seeing her in the pack, he treated her blike /baplete stranger.

Seeing Simon’s hesitation, Ferris frowned: “What is it?”

Simon snapped back to attention: “Nothing,”

This matter probably wasn’t important in Ferris’s eyes anyway.

He ced the document in the pile of files to be processed. Ferris would see it soon and handle it himself.

with that thought, Simon said nothing more.

Simon set down arge stack of files and was about to leave when Ferris called him back.

“Wait,” Ferris asked with apparent casualness: “Did you see Aurora when you came upstairs?”

Simon nodded: “She’s waiting for you downstairs.”

He hesitated, then addedb: /b“If you want to see her, going down now should be in time.”

She probably hadn’t gone far yet.