While He Played Love, I Played War Chapter 09

While He Played Love, I Played War Chapter 09

The day we officially broke the mate bond, the sky 

was clear, and even my wolf didn’t feel sadness. 

Derek wore a wrinkled shirt. I was dressed 

formally. 

After the procedure, we walked out. He stood on 

the steps and looked at me. 

“Madison… are you really not sad at all?” 

“I was,” I said. “When I first found out Morgan was your mistress.” 

“And now?” 

“I’m busy.” 

He let out a bitter laugh. “You weren’t like this before.” 

I looked at him. “What was I like before?” 

He thought for a moment. “Gentle. Obedient. Family–oriented.” 

I smiled. “That wasn’t me. That was the free maid 

you needed. A decorative wife.” 

His face turned pale. “Can I still contact you in the 

future?” 

“No.” 

“But we’ve had a bonded mate connection for ten 

years.” 

“Then don’t waste an eleventh.” 

I turned to leave. He called after me. 

“Madison.” 

I didn’t look back. 

Cassie and Logan were waiting by the roadside. 

They were heading back to their old pack and 

stopped by to say goodbye. 

Cassie pressed a cup of hot cocoa into my hands, 

“Luna… it’s sweet.” 

I took it. 

“Take care of yourself from now on,” she said 

softly. 

I nodded. 

Logan looked at me too. “Luna… I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t call me Luna anymore,” I said. 

He froze. 

I smiled faintly. “Call me Madison.” 

After breaking the mate bond, I had the pack 

house renovated. Everything Derek had left behind was packed up and shipped away. 

His wardrobe full of suits. His trophies. His wine 

and whiskey collection. Even that black pearl 

necklace–all of it took six trips for the courier. 

The maid asked, “You’re not keeping anything?” 

“Keep what? Ashes?” I said. 

She laughed. 

I went to handle the pack company dividend 

procedures. The shareholders looked at me with 

complicated expressions. 

They used to call me “Luna Madison.” Now they 

called me “Ms. Ramsey.” 

Someone cautiously asked, “Will you still be 

involved in company affairs?” 

“No,” I said. 

They relaxed. 

Then I added, “But I’ll still review the accounts.” 

They tensed again. 

Derek sat on the other side of the conference 

room. His face was dark with suppressed anger, 

but he didn’t dare speak. Not anymore–because I 

still held the recordings. 

The day Morgan gave birth, she sent me a photo- 

a baby boy. 

Her message read: “Madison, I’m really at a dead 

end now.” 

I didn’t reply. 

She sent another message: “I shouldn’t have 

listened to him.” 

I blocked her. 

People always have to pay for the paths they 

choose. Even if they don’t have the money. 

Three months later, Derek’s pack company collapsed–but not because of me. He couldn’t 

hold it together anymore. 

Morgan posted a long statement online, claiming Derek had used her fake pregnancy to force his mate to step down. She didn’t mention who the child’s father was, only shifting all blame onto 

Derek. 

The internet tore into both of them. Allied packs pulled out of partnerships. The alliance collapsed. 

Shareholders completely removed Derek from 

management, and his shares were diluted. 

The Alpha office he once valued most changed 

hands. Luna Sienna moved out of the old pack 

house. 

She called me once. 

“Madison… how have you been lately?” 

“Fine.” 

A pause. 

“Then… I wish you the best in the future.” 

“Thank you.” 

Before hanging up, she stopped me. 

“Madison.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Those six years… I’m really sorry.” 

This time, I replied. 

“I heard you.” 

Not forgiveness. 

Just acknowledgment.