Chapter 92

Mira’s POV

“The bond is gone, my lady. Alpha Dominic severed it completely.”

What do you even say to that? I just stared, breath caught in my throat like I’d swallowed glass.

“Say it again,” I demanded.

He stared, looking at the guards, then back at me. “The mate bond is gone. It’s finished.”

Finished.

It wasn’t my heart that shattered, it was my pride. My title. The vision I’d built up of myself as Luna, as he chose. The woman he had once worshipped. All of it was gone.

I turned away fast so no one could see the rage in my eyes. The place felt smaller the more I stood. I grabbed the table, nails digging into the map spread out, Dominic’s territory, my territory.

He really thought he could just snip the bond, scrub me from his veins, pretend I never existed?

What an idiot.

That bond might be dead, but you can’t erase what we were. He still carries me, every scar, every shadow. His ghosts have my face.

My father barged in while I was still glaring daggers at the map. “The troops are restless,” he grunted. “They’re waiting for your orders.”

I looked up slowly, sliding the mask back on. “Then I’ll give them something to wait for.”

He eyed me, all wary and fatherly like he thought I’d break. “You heard what happened.”

“I did.”

“And?”

“And it doesn’t change a thing.”

Luca crossed his arms. “You’re not thinking straight. Dominic’s weak, I’ll give you that, but desperate men? They get messy.”

“Perfect,” I snapped. “I want to see him burn brighter before I quench him.”

My dad’s jaw clenched. “You talk about revenge like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.”

“It is,” I shot back. “That's all he left me.”

He mumbled something about me being mad which I barely heard. I was staring right at the heart of Crescent Moon on that map.

Elora.

Just saying her name made my mouth taste like ash. Nobody wormed her way into Dominic’s heart while I was still busy bleeding for him.

The first time I saw her, I figured she was nothing, a shadow, someone too soft to survive in a world of alphas and wolves. Guess I got that one wrong. So did everyone else.

Now she stands where I used to. Now the pack looks at her the way they used to look at me. Now she’s got what was mine.

A sharp, ugly laugh slipped out. “He didn’t just break the bond,” I muttered. “He swapped it out.”

“Replace you?” My father’s voice went all soft, like he pitied me. “That’s not possible.”

I hated pity.

“Don’t lie to yourself, Father,” I said coldly. “He’s already looking at her like he once looked at me.”

He said nothing. Didn’t have to. That was enough of an answer.

I straightened up, gritting my teeth in rage, because it was the only thing keeping me upright. “We’re going to ruin them both.”

“Mira...”

“No.” I cut him off, eyes blazing. “He took everything. My bond. My title. My pride. Now he’s hiding behind that girl like she’s going to save him? She’ll be the reason he falls.”

Dad’s face went dark. “You can’t win a war just to get even.”

“I’m not doing this over spite,” I said, voice low. “I’m doing it because no one takes from me and walks away breathing.”

He leaned in, voice dropping. “You’re not the same.”

“Good,” I said. “Old Mira begged for love. New Mira takes what she wants.”

He finally shut up.

As soon as he was gone, I called for my most loyal lieutenants, the ones who’d bleed for me, not for my father’s little crest. They showed up quietly, armor marked with Blood Fang’s crimson sigil. My ace in the hole. My wild card.

Blood Fang’s Alpha swaggered in last, eyes like burning amber in the torchlight. “You called, my lady?”

“Yeah.”

He flashed a grin. “So, what’s the prize tonight?”

“The heart of Crescent Moon.”

He let out a low, dark laugh. “Ambitious. Your old man wants to chip at their borders first, make them sweat...”

“My father’s too careful. He’s all about big shows, soldiers marching, banners flying. Meanwhile, Dominic’s not stupid. He’ll spot us coming a mile off.” I leaned in. “But see, I know his weak spots. I know exactly where he’s soft.”

Blood Fang Alpha cocked an eyebrow. “Soft? That guy?”

“Healers’ wing,” I shot back. “And the kids’ quarters. That’s where they’ll run when things get ugly. Hit them there first, and you’re not just wrecking his defenses. You’re breaking him, right down to the bones.”

The room went dead quiet. Even the fire seemed to hold its breath, my words just hanging there like poison.

Then, finally, the Alpha smirked. “You’re a savage, you know that?”

I grinned, mean as hell. “Guess who taught me?”

He offered this little bow, half mocking, half impressed. “Alright then, Luna Mira. Your command is my pleasure.”

“Not pleasure,” I shot back, cold as winter. “Order.”

When they cleared out, I just stood there, staring at the stupid map. All those neat little carvings, villages, outposts, whatever. None of it mattered now. All I could see was where I’d make him bleed.

He actually believed snapping the bond made him free. Like loving someone else, building a shiny new pack, erasing me, like that was even possible.

He had no clue what I’d become without his leash.

Outside, the night screamed, raw and vicious, exactly like the mess inside my chest. I shoved out of the tent, looked at those distant mountains where Crescent Moon’s banners flapped like a dare.

“I gave you everything,” I hissed at the wind. “And all you did was cast me out.”

The anger in me got ugly. So I made the kind of promise you only make when there’s nothing left to lose. If Dominic Bellamy wanted war? Fine. I’d give him one that’d drench the ground in blood.

And when it was done...when the screaming faded and all that was left was ash, he’d see only ruin. His ruin, and hers.

Because Elora might have his heart right now, but soon, I’d be holding it, shattered, bloody, and absolutely mine.