Chapter 105 

Chapter 105 

Frustration surged through me as I tried again, but there was no response. 

Our mind link wasn’t responding either. 

Realizing I needed to know the truth, I called BETA. 

The call connected quickly, and Panther’s voice came through, steady and serious. 

“Alpha, Luna packed up all her belongings last night and moved out of the pack.” 

he words hit me like a ton of bricks. Luna–Elizabeth–had left. 

My mind raced, trying to piece together what had happened. 

Had I pushed her away with my actions? 

Was Rolin right? 

Had I failed her when she needed me the most? 

I stood there, the weight of the revelation pressing down on me. 

The fight with Rolin seemed distant now, overshadowed by the reality that Elizabeth was gone. 

My thoughts spiraled, replaying every moment, every interaction. 

Had I misunderstood her signals? 

Had I been too consumed by my own frustrations to see what she truly needed? 

Rolin watched me silently, his expression unreadable. 

I could sense he wanted to say more, but the pain and confusion left me speechless. 

“What do I do now?” I whispered to myself, feeling utterly lost. 

BETA’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Alpha, you need to find her. Time is of the essence.” 

I nodded, even though Panther couldn’t see me. “I’m on my way.” 

As I made my way back to my car, my mind was in a mess. 

I needed to find Elizabeth, to understand why she left and how I could make things right. 

The realization that I might lose her forever gnawed at me. 

I passed Panther, who was managing the crowd with practiced ease. 

I stopped and ask, “Panther, have you seen Elizabeth?” 

Panther shook his head, concern evident in his eyes. 

“No, Alpha. She left early last night. There’s no record of her being here tonight.” 

Frustration welled up inside me. “We need to find her. Now.” 

Panther nodded, moving swiftly to coordinate the search. 

When I finally sat in the driver’s seat, I felt a pang of guilt–had my actions driven her away? 

Had I been blind to her needs while entangled in my own struggles? 

105 

Elizabet’s POV 

The grand ballroom gleamed with elegance, its towering crystal chandeliers casting a warm, golden light over the crowd. 

The air buzzed with quiet conversations, accompanied by the gentle clink of champagne glasses. 

A string quartet played softly in the background, their music adding a touch of grace to the celebration. 

This was no ordinary gathering: It was a momentous event marking the peace treaty between humans and werewolves. 

The room was filled with important figures from both worlds, their faces reflecting the significance of the occasion. 

I stood near the entrance, observing the scene before me, 

gown, a deep shade of emerald that contrasted with my black hair, flowed gracefully around me, catching the light with every movement. 

The dress was simple yet sophisticated, perfectly suited for the evening. 

The fabric hugged my figure in all the right places, with a modest neckline that still hinted at elegance. 

I had chosen it carefully, knowing that tonight I would be the center of attention. 

And I was right–since the moment I arrived, cameras had followed my every move, their lenses capturing each step I took, every glance I made. 

For the past few days, I had cut off all contact with Leo. 

I knew he was frantically searching for me, his desperation growing with each passing day, but I refused to let him find me. 

I needed space, time to think, to process everything that had happened between us. 

But tonight, there was no avoiding the spotlight. 

As a human wolf hybrid and a pianist who had recently gained worldwide recognition, I was an honored guest, and my presence here was as much a statement as the treaty itself. 

I heard someone whispering in the seat next to me. 

“Hey, have you guys heard? Rumour has it that Alpha Leo is coming to the party too.” 

“Of course, I’m here for him! I heard he’ll be giving a speech on stage.” 

The organizer took the stage, his voice commanding the attention of the room as he began his speech. 

I found my seat near the front, sitting with perfect posture, my face calm. 

I could feel the weight of the stares, the whispers that followed me as I moved through the room, but I kept my 

focus 

the stage. 

This was a night of peace, of unity, and I was determined not to let my personal turmoil overshadow the importance of the event. 

As the speech went on, I felt someone slip into the seat beside me. 

I glanced over, surprised to see Rolin. 

His presence was unexpected, but somehow comforting. 

Rolin leaned in, his voice low enough that only I could hear.