The Perfect Luna, the Broken Bond

Because my jealousy endangered his childhood sweetheart, my Alpha mate, Victor, took our son's advice. He sent me to the pack witch to have my memories erased.​

A long winter later, he woke me with the antidote.​

In the eyes of the pack, I became the perfect Luna.​

I organized the pack's winter stores flawlessly. I cataloged every last berry and pound of meat without breaking a sweat. I could even smile while delivering a blanket to Clara, Victor's precious sweetheart.​

But my Alpha and my pup, Rio, knew. I had changed.​

I no longer remembered how to soothe him on full moon nights, combing through his fur as he writhed in pain.​

When Rio fell in the snow and wailed, I calmly called for his nanny.​

Even when Victor returned late from a hunt, I offered only a cool nod. I never once reached for him through our mind-link.​

At first, he thought it was revenge. He didn't care.​

Until the night of the blizzard, when he and Rio followed me to the abandoned church.

Through the thin wood of the confessional, they heard my whisper.​

"Moon Goddess, what do I do when the memories are back but the love isn't?"​

"The witch gave me back what happened, but when I look at my Alpha and my pup... they're strangers to me."​

"I feel so tense and awkward just being in the same room. What am I supposed to do?"

Outside, the man and the boy just froze.

They finally understood. Some things, once broken, can never be fixed.​

...

Late that night, the door creaked open. Victor stood there, his handsome face etched with displeasure.​

"Why are you sleeping here?"​

I clutched the blanket tighter, forcing a distant smile. "My memory just came back. I'm not used to it yet."​

"Let's sleep separately for a while. I need to adjust."​

He nodded as if it didn't matter. "Do as you please."​

He turned to leave, then paused, asking casually,"You didn't link me tonight."​

I looked up, confused. "Link you? What for? There's no pack emergency."​

The air around him grew heavy. A dangerous glint flashed in his red eyes. "In the past, if I was out hunting for more than ten hours, you'd bombard me with mind-links."​

I remembered those frantic, desperate acts from my past, and my toes curled in embarrassment.​

"Sorry. It won't happen again."​

The reason my memories were erased was that I'd bombarded Victor with a forced mind-link while he was healing his precious Clara.​

My frantic screaming and accusations shattered his concentration. He fumbled the healing ritual, and Clara's condition worsened drastically.​

Victor's voice, when he took over the link, was chillingly calm. "I'm coming back now."​

I had cut the link, smugly believing I'd defended my position as Luna.​

But when he returned, he told me,"I'm taking Clara to the Moon Spring for three months. It will purify the wolfsbane and help her heal."​

Our pup, Rio, had cheered beside him. "I'm going too. I want to go with Clara. She gave me honey candy."​

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What about our Blood Oath Day celebration? I've been preparing for two weeks! It's our mating anniversary."​

"We're not going. Clara's condition is critical. I have to be with her."​

"I hate celebrations. They're boring. I like Clara more," Rio shouted.​

Of course, I refused. I screamed at him, argued hysterically. Annoyed, he shoved me away. Rio, copying his father, pushed me too.​

I stumbled backward, my back slamming hard into the corner of the stone hearth.​

A sharp pain shot through my abdomen. Warm blood gushed down my legs.​

I lost the second pup we had been trying for.​

And because he was afraid I'd cause more trouble, he took me to the pack witch while I was unconscious. He used forbidden magic to erase my memories and left me alone in that isolated hut.​

When I finally came back to myself, I made the promise again,"I'll never bother you with the mind-link."​

Victor's face only grew darker. After a long moment, he said with cold certainty,"Elena, you're just pouting."​

He turned and left, his final words hanging in the air like ice. "Throw your tantrum if you want. Just make sure my war room is organized."​

I watched him go, words dying on my lips.​

Finally, I just yawned, pulled out my phone, and started searching for a competent Beta to handle pack administration.​

I just couldn't be bothered. I had no interest in wasting my time on administrative chores.

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