Mated to the cursed Lycan King
Jerome urged, his voice filled with excitement.
Taking out a small pocket knife, I slashed my wrist before parting my lips. “I, Eva Grey, Alpha of the Blue Moon pack, ordained under the moon, denounce my title as alpha, passing authority to—” I stopped halfway and glanced up at Jerome.
“Jerome Bane,” he quickly interjected, eager to claim his newfound power.
“Jerome Bane as the new alpha of the pack,” I declared, my voice steady but heavy with resignation.
With those words, a rumble echoed in the sky, and all the connections I had with the pack slowly dissipated, leaving me feeling empty and disconnected.