200 Reasons to Never Look Back
I have been bound to Ryan Hardin for nine years.
He is pureblood, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack.
And I… I was chosen as nothing more than a “temporary Luna,” a political pawn to steady the pack’s power.
In all those years, he was never truly mine.
Last night, at the Silverfang Pack’s full-moon feast, he openly entwined his hand with a young Omega’s while I sat abandoned at the far end of the Alpha’s table.
Every gaze cut into me—wolves whispering, mocking, savoring the spectacle.
It was his 200th betrayal.
When the feast ended, Ryan didn’t even look at me.
His words were sharper than fangs:
“Don’t forget, your Luna title is only temporary.”
At dawn, he descended the Alpha’s staircase, his voice cold and commanding as if I were a servant:
“Prepare the council’s tea. Now.”
I met his gaze without flinching, my voice steady, stripped of all submission.
“I’m sorry, Alpha. That is no longer my duty.”
He seems to forget—we were never bound by a mark.
Ours was an agreement, nothing more.
And today marks the third-to-last day before that agreement ends.
Three nights from now, I will leave Silverfang Pack.
I will no longer be his Luna. I will no longer be anyone’s possession.
I will return to the secluded Herbal Academy, reclaim my research.
And this time, when I walk away, I will never return.