It Doesn’t Matter Anymore novel Chapter 79

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Chapter 79

Ten rough hours later, Joseph stumbled into Hazehaven Dusty Tired

He couldn’t rest He clutched a photo, went to a little seaside inn

“This in it! The beacon was here!” He stood at a blue wooden door

He knocked

Knock Knock Knock

Silence

“Lois? It’s Joseph Open the door. Let’s talk.” His voice was desperate.

Nothing

He pounded on the door. “Lois! Come out! I was wrong! Hit me! Curse me! Just don’t ignore me!” His voice broke

The innkeeper came out. A plump woman, partly bear.

“Who you want?”

“The she wolf staying here! Lois! Or Lois!”

“Oh, the pretty Lone-wolf,” she said, shrugging. “Too late, mister.”

“What?”

“She checked out. Left this morning.”

“Left? Where?”

“How should I know? Free wolf. But she was happy. Said she was going somewhere that didn’t stink like trash.”

Gone

The word crushed him. Too late. Again.

He slid down the wall, sat on the ground. Despair wrapped around him. He stared at the door. Felt tears.

Meanwhile

Above the clouds, my private airship flew toward new lands. I took off my sleep mask, looked at the clouds

The timing was perfect He got to Hazehaven. I was already in the sky

lifted a glass of Moonshine Wine. Toasted the blue sky

He came back with nothing. That pushed him over the edge.

The next day, he started a global livestream. The Atonement Assembly.

He wore the fur robe I made for our mating He looked wrecked. Unshaven.

Behind him, a screen showed everything. Mind-link logs. Crystal recordings. His betrayal, laid bare.

Ada’s messages to me. The videos. Him talking trash about me.

The werewolf world went crazy.

To win me back, he spilled his own family’s dirt. Nailed himself as an Oathbreaker.

“My wolf heart was blind,” he said, eyes wet. “Base desires hurt the mate the Moon Goddess gave me.”

He knelt. His knees hit the obsidian floor. A hard sound.

“Lois, I know you’re watching. I was wrong. Really wrong. Please. A chance. Come back, you can have my Alpha blood. Have everything H

voice shook.

This ‘sorry’ act spread everywhere.

Wolves were moved. Started campaigns. “Find Luna Lois!” Some mind-linked, “Even the proudest Alpha kneels. Just forgive him

Far north, in the snow, I watched on my tablet. I scoffed.

“Forgive?” I cut the connection. “Loyalty that’s late is cheaper than old bones. He’s not sorry. He’s saving face.”

My witch friend raised a brow. “Block the mind-links?”

“No. He likes the chase? Let him chase.”

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