The next day, Adam brought the signed divorce papers.

Without any hesitation, I signed my name. Elara Castillo became a thing of the past.


I left the werewolf pack that had carried so much of my love and pain, and went to a distant coastal city.

Time passed. I poured all my emotions and insights into my designs, and my jewelry began to gain international recognition.

They were unique and powerful, breaking the stereotype that Omegas were weak and incapable. I became a famous, and the only, Omega jewelry designer—Elara, just Elara.


Years later, at a top international jewelry design and charity gala in Paris.

As the most important invited designer and honorary chair of this event, I wore a gown of my own design called "Rebirth," moving confidently among celebrities and media from around the world.


Just as the gala reached its climax, there was a subtle commotion at the entrance. I instinctively looked over, my gaze cutting through the crowd to meet two familiar pairs of eyes.

Bruce Castillo and Katherine.

He was still handsome and straight-backed, time having carved deeper lines of solemnity on his face. His black suit accentuated his increasingly solitary figure.

He stood there alone, holding a glass, his gaze piercing through the noise to lock firmly on me, his expression complex and startled.

And Katherine, she was still beautifully powerful.

Dressed in a crisp white suit, her smile confident and composed as she conversed eloquently with several European dignitaries.

I had long known that Katherine had used her own wit and wisdom to become an influential politician and businesswoman in the werewolf community, achieving the power and status she had wanted "at all costs."

Both saw me and walked over together.

Katherine extended her hand to me, her eyes showing a hint of respect for a worthy opponent and a knowing smile. "Hello, the famous designer Ms. Elara."

"Hello," I shook her hand, returning a polite smile.

Slowly, I turned to look at Bruce. His face now bore the marks of time.

He smiled, tenderly and bitterly. "It's been a long time."

I nodded to him. "Long time no see."

He extended his hand, seemingly wanting to shake mine. But I had already calmly withdrawn my gaze and turned away. The past had long settled into dust. I no longer needed anyone's coronation, nor would I linger for anyone.

After that, I rarely heard news about Bruce, until many years later when I received an invitation to attend Bruce's funeral.

So I returned to the pack, dressed in black, to attend the funeral.

By then, Bruce was just a cold photograph on a tombstone.

My feelings were complex.

A figure approached me. I turned to see Katherine. Like me, she was no longer young, her face covered with the traces of time, less sharp than in her youth, with a touch of gentleness settled by the years.

"Long time no see, Ms. Elara." She stood beside me, looking at Bruce's tombstone, greeting me.

"Long time no see."

After a moment of silence, she spoke: "It's a pity. When the timing is wrong, even two people in love can't be together."

I remained silent.

Katherine continued: "Did you know? After you left, he never married. Due to the werewolf curse, his health deteriorated day by day. Before he died, he was already unconscious, yet he still called your name."

In that moment, my heart ached for Bruce again.

Katherine looked at me: "Do you regret leaving him?"

After a while, I smiled in relief and said, "I have no regrets. I once loved him and now I'm grateful to him."

Finally, I left a white rose in front of Bruce's grave to made my final farewell.