I Left Before He Learned My Worth novel Chapter 110

**TITLE: I Left Before He Learned My Worth**

**Chapter 110**

**KAEL**

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“Regardless of your intentions,” I asserted, my tone steady despite the storm brewing inside me, “you can’t simply reassign yourself. If you wish to work alongside Ivory, that decision is hers to make, but it must be processed through the proper channels. Nina is the one who manages all staff assignments.”

“I can help,” Margo interjected, her determination palpable as she pivoted back to Ivory. “Your mother is alive today because of you. You saved her when everyone else had lost hope. I owe you everything. I want to delve into your food growth research as well. I want to contribute to the pack, not just serve someone who is actively harming it.”

Ivory fell silent, her expression contemplative as she absorbed Margo’s words. I could feel a subtle shift in her weight against me, an indication that she was weighing the offer carefully.

“What Margo said,” Ivory finally broke the silence, her voice measured and cautious. “About me being the one who should be Luna. About the Alpha being… interested in me. Is there any truth to that?”

At that moment, my stomach plummeted. This was the very conversation I had been dreading since the day Ivory lost her memory.

“It’s complicated,” I replied, choosing my words with care.

“That’s not an answer,” Ivory pressed, her gaze locking onto mine with a sharp intensity that belied her weakened state. “Margo also mentioned something else. About you ripping out someone’s heart. About you declaring that I was your woman. Did that actually happen?”

Damn Margo and her flair for the dramatic!

“Yes,” I conceded, knowing that deceit would only make matters worse. Five years ago, before the curse took hold, there was an Alpha visiting who was harassing you, making inappropriate advances. I challenged him.”

“And killed him?” Ivory’s expression was inscrutable, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.

“Yes,” I confirmed, the weight of my admission heavy in the air.

“Why?”

The simplicity of her question belied the depth of its implications. Why had I killed for her? Why had I claimed her as mine? Why had I been driven to such violence?

“Because you mattered to me,” I said slowly, choosing my words with the utmost care. “Because no one had the right to treat you that way. Because…” I faltered, struggling to articulate the possessiveness I had felt then without complicating our current situation.

“Because I was yours,” Ivory interjected, her voice thick with emotion. “That’s what Margo said you declared. That I was your woman. Your possession.”

“It wasn’t like that—”

“Then what was it like?” Ivory pulled back slightly, creating a chasm between us despite her frail condition. “Were we together? Before the curse? During it? Is that the reason everyone seems to think Luna Aria is an interloper?”

I grappled with how to respond. The truth was a tangled web, messy and not easily distilled into simple terms. But she deserved honesty, even if it was uncomfortable.

“Thank you,” Margo said, bowing slightly in gratitude. “You won’t regret this, I promise.”

“I’ll speak with Nina,” I said, though a part of me questioned my own motivations. Did I genuinely believe Ivory needed an assistant? Or was I hoping that having Margo around would act as a buffer—keeping Jason from getting too close while Ivory was vulnerable and missing her memories?

The mere thought of Jason spending time alone with Ivory, assisting her with research, being present during her recovery—it ignited a possessive rage within my wolf. It was absurd and unjust, complicated by the reality that I no longer had the right to feel possessive over her.

Yet those feelings persisted, regardless of my reasoning. Granting Margo a formal position as Ivory’s assistant meant there would always be someone else present. Someone to supervise, to chaperone, to prevent whatever it was I feared might happen if Ivory and Jason had too much time alone together.

“Actually,” Ivory said, as if sensing the turmoil in my thoughts, “is Jason the one who’s been helping me? Before all this?”

“Yes,” I admitted reluctantly. “He’s been assisting with your research. Helping with documentation and demonstrations.”

“Is he good at it?”

“Apparently. You seemed to trust him. You worked well with him.”

Ivory nodded slowly, her expression contemplative. “Then he should continue helping with the research aspects. The scientific work. But Margo can assist with the more general tasks—organizing supplies, managing my schedule, handling the administrative side of things. That way both types of support are covered.”

It was a logical division of labor. Sensible, even. But it meant Jason would still be around, still working closely with Ivory, still in a position to nurture whatever was clearly developing between them.

My wolf was vehemently opposed to this arrangement. Not at all.