Unclaimed Luna, 99 Rituals Forsaken
For five years, my fated mate, Alpha Kaelen and I have had 98 marking ceremonies. And every single time, his teeth would stop right at my neck.
All because the Omega he claimed was "like a sister" to him always managed to faint at just the "right" moment.
At the 99th ceremony, that Omega got "hurt" again.
"I swear I'll complete the marking next time," Kaelen said, scooping up the other she-wolf without a backward glance.
I burned the Luna gown I'd worn 99 times and changed back into my royal princess dress from the Moonshadow Realm. Then severed my mate bond and walked away without a second glance.
It wasn't until searing pain hit Kaelen, and he crying for me to come back, that the Shaman coldly told him:
"She is a true princess! And you were never worthy of her."