Erasing the Alpha’s Mark
Half an hour ago, my destined mate finally proposed to me, and we will hold a grand mating ceremony in half a month.
The moment I’d been waiting for ten years had finally come.
But right at this monment.
My Alpha was holding another woman, his fingers tracing her skin. His voice was soft, almost worshipful. “I regret everything. If you want me back, I will break the mate bond with her.”
He had no idea I was watching from outside the window—he was so wrapped up in that woman, he didn’t even catch my scent.
Right then, it hit me: our mate bond, our ten years together, flash throug in my head.
I sent a mindlink to my mother and told her I was going to cut down the mate-bond with Mike. Then I would go back to the Deep Blue pack to run my own.
Mike would never know that our mating ceremony would be the day I leave.