The Breaking

Becca POV

It's been a whole month since my father and Kyle had gone to the Forrest Lake for the ceremony. I spent the last month prepping for our anniversary party. I hired a live jazz band, made all the invites and delivered them by hand, made and decorated an eight layer chocolate marble cake with whipped frosting with tan roses and black lace decor. If werewolves had wedding's this would've been my cake. I was so excited for when Kyle came home. I eagerly made all of Kyle's favorite breakfast foods for when he came home this moring. I heard the car pull into the drive way. I quickly took off my bath robe and sat in my tan and black lingerie gown with built in bra to push up my D cup boobs with my auburn hair down and curly with smoky eye make up to make my deep green eyes pop. All of the things I've discovered he's loved in our ten years of marriage. As the door open and he saw me instead of arrousal and excitment coming from him I felt guilt and shock. I stood up. 

"Hi, Becca," he said hesitantly, "I thought you'd be at the pack house making breakfast." 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"You look great," he said with a smile on his face. He kissed my cheek. He never kisses me on the cheek.

"What's wrong?" I asked again breathing heavily. I didn't feel anything was wrong while he was away or while we were video chatting so I know he didn't kiss or sleep with anyone else. But I knew something was wrong now. Normally Kyle would've smiled his seductive grin and kiss me deep espcially if I was dressed like this and not seeing me for a while. 

He sighed, "You should put some clothes on. We need to go see your father."

Now I was really worried. "Ok," I quickly went to our room and put on some underwear a tshirt, sweat pants, pulled my hair up in a pony and grabbed a pair of flats. I was dressed under 3 minutes. 

"Wow, I think that's the fastest you've ever gotten dressed," Kyle joked with a sincere smile on his face. 

"Your joking, you come in here with guilt and shock oozing from you, tell me that we have to go see my Dad and you're joking," I said with a little spite in my voice. I closed my eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry, you're right this is the fastest I've gotten dressed," I chuckled a little. 

"Come on let's go," he giggled as we walked out the door, his mood becoming lighter. I sighed a little bit. 

We got in his car and drove over to the pack house. Kyle opened the door for me as he usually does. Held my hand, the entire walk and elevator ride and even going into my father's office where my Dad was standing with the priestess. My eyes grew wide as my breathing quickened. There are only two reasons for the priestess to be here. One, Dad was stepping down and need to know when would be the best time for him to do the Alpha ceremony for Duncan or a bond was about to be broken. I quickly looked to Kyle. He avoided my gaze. 

"Hi sweety," Dad said using the pet name he called me when something was wrong. 

"Why?" I asked looking at Kyle. 

"Why, what?" He asked in return,

"Either my father is stepping down or you're breaking the bond with me. Since I don't see Duncan and Layla in here to be a part of the conversation for the former it has to be the later so I'm asking you. Why are you breaking the bond with me?"

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Oh this was really bad. After ten years of marriage I know when he does that the situation is difficult and bad. He did that when we were attacked by rogues and they had taken one of my nephews, he did that when a witch came and killed my mother during a hunt, he always does that when something is difficult and bad to relay. 

He looked me straight in the eyes, "I found my mate," 

I gasped and took a step back. "What? Where? How? When?" all of them coming out in between breaths I could feel my heart begining to break. 

"I found my destined mate. At the Forrest Lake Alpha ceremony, just how you usually find them I guess, and a few days ago," He answered. 

I fell back on the couch. I looked up at the people in the room. Kyle avoided looking at me, my father had pity and hurt on his face for me and the priestess was stone faced. Which was normal, as a priestess of the Moon Goddess you couldn't convey your emotions. Your only emotions were those that the Moon Goddess gave you.

"Shall we begin?," the Priestess  asked. 

Tears began to fall from my eyes, Kyle bent down and took my hands in his. He looked me in the eyes now, "I'm so sorry for the pain I'm about to give you. I'm sorry for doing this on our anniversary. I'm sorry...for...all the work that you did only for it to go to waste. I'm sorry for not being able to give you a pup. I'm sorry for the shame and guilt I feel but know this Rebecca Ray Strong-Wise. I'll always be grateful and happy for the ten years you were my mate. For the laughs, the fights, the quickies in the pantry closest," I couldn't help but laugh as tears continued to fall down my face. Leave it to Kyle to joke even in a situation like this, "Thank you for being my chosen." He turned to my Dad. Which was his cue to come sit next to me and wrap his arm around me as I was about to experience one of the worst pains a werewolf can. The breaking of a bond. 

I took a deep breath in. 

The priestess placed her hands on mine and Kyle's marks, "Say the words," she instructed. 

Kyle sighed, still holding hands he began, "I, Kyle Morning Wise, reject you, Rebecca Ray Strong, as my mate from this day on." 

I wimpered as a searing pain went through my chest. The tears couldn't stop, I let out a scream. Kyle and my father held me. I cried myself to sleep in their arms.