The pasta was taking longer than it should. A burning smell began to fill the kitchen, but Marcus seemed oblivious."The pot," I said quietly.He looked down in panic, quickly lifting the pan. The bottom was completely burned, the sauce a bitter, blackened mess."I can start over," he said frantically. "Give me five minutes—""Marcus, stop."But he was already dumping the ruined pasta into a bowl, his movements jerky and desperate."It's fine, it's still good. Try it."He set the bowl in front of me with shaking hands. The smell alone was enough to turn my stomach.I took a small bite to humor him. It was absolutely terrible—bitter, burned, underseasoned."How is it?" His eyes searched my face desperately."It's..." I couldn't bring myself to lie. "It's not good, Marcus."His face crumpled. He grabbed a spoon and tasted it himself, immediately wincing."I don't understand. I followed the same recipe. I used to make this perfectly.""That was twelve years ago.""I can try again. Let me
After we finished eating, Logan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at me with hopeful eyes."Mom, can you pick me up again next week?"His voice was small but determined. I could see the longing in his expression—the same way I used to look at Marcus years ago.I smiled as I helped him put on his safety helmet, adjusting the strap under his chin."If you want me to, of course I will.""Really? You promise?""I promise, sweetheart."Logan's face lit up like Christmas morning. He threw his small arms around my waist and squeezed tight."I love you, Mom. You're the coolest mom ever."My heart swelled with genuine happiness. This was what I had been missing all these years—simple, pure love without conditions or complications.I drove him back to the pack house, enjoying the way he chattered excitedly about our day together."Did you see how fast we were going on the highway? And the music was so loud! Grandmother would never let me listen to that kind of music.""Well, t
Marcus stood in my doorway looking like a broken man. His expensive suit hung loosely on his frame, and dark circles shadowed his eyes."I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.I stepped back to let him in, more out of curiosity than kindness. He moved slowly, like every step caused him pain."I've been thinking. Reflecting on everything that happened between us."He sat heavily on my small couch, his large frame looking out of place in my modest living room."I finally understand why you want to dissolve our mate bond."His hands clenched and unclenched in his lap as he spoke."Twelve years of you having no voice. No choices. You retreated into yourself until there was nothing left."I remained standing, arms crossed, watching him carefully."The mate relationship exhausted you, didn't it? I took and took until you had nothing left to give."His voice cracked on the last word."I know you're completely disappointed in me now."I shook my head slowly. "Disappointment was
The doors closed on his desperate face.I had never harbored much hatred toward Victoria. She was just another victim of Marcus's emotional manipulation.The only person who had ever betrayed our relationship was Marcus himself.---That evening, I made a phone call I hadn't made in years."Emma? It's Sage."The silence on the other end stretched for several heartbeats."Sage? Oh my goddess, is it really you?""It's me. Are you free for drinks tomorrow?""Are you kidding? I'll call Claire right now. We'll be there."The next night, I sat in a cozy bar with Emma and Claire, my childhood friends who had helped me survive my traumatic upbringing."I can't believe you just walked away from him," Emma said, raising her glass. "You should have seen your face when you told us about the mate bond dissolution. Pure determination."Claire nodded vigorously. "We always knew the Blackwood family was toxic, but we didn't want to interfere.""Actually," Emma admitted, "we've been keeping tabs on you
"Logan will have everything he needs with me," Marcus said, his voice cold and final. "The best education, the finest clothes, connections to powerful families across all territories."I nodded calmly. "At least with you, Logan will never suffer when it comes to living conditions."Marcus's eyes narrowed, clearly expecting me to fight harder for custody."Material comfort isn't everything, but I know you'll provide well for him."I paused, then smiled with genuine warmth."Giving him an Alpha father is already the greatest contribution I can make as his mother."The casualness in my tone seemed to catch him off guard. His jaw tightened."You're joking. At a time like this, you're making jokes?""I'm being practical, Marcus. Logan deserves stability, and you can give him that."He stared at me for a long moment, his hands clenching into fists."I don't understand you anymore," he said through gritted teeth.Marcus stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor."I have other busin
That night, Marcus kept trying to reach me through our mind link. I blocked him completely.Then my phone started ringing nonstop.Even on silent mode, the screen kept lighting up and going dark. I couldn't stand it anymore and blocked his number.When calls wouldn't go through, Marcus started using unknown phone numbers to contact me.He asked when I had started planning to dissolve our mate bond. Was it really just because of that Moonlight herb bouquet?If so, he had already apologized. He couldn't understand why I insisted on holding onto this grudge.He said I couldn't throw away twelve years of hard-earned feelings just because of someone else's mistake.Our son was still young. I couldn't be so heartless as to destroy Logan's complete family.I thought for a moment, then texted him back:"You need to calm down."This phrase was Marcus's favorite response to all my emotional outbursts in recent years.I knew exactly how powerful these words were.Sure enough, within two minutes o