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The power within me was instantly drawn out, silver light spreading along my arm. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I, Elena Morse, formally request severance of the mate bond with Alpha Damon Aldridge." Runes flickered across the stone. The invisible bond connecting us began to tremble and twist. "Elena, stop!" Damon's voice came from behind me, laced with a panic I'd never heard before. I didn't turn around. "It's too late." The instant the mate bond shattered, searing pain shot through my chest, but it was immediately followed by an unprecedented sense of relief. That suffocating feeling of being bound vanished completely.

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My life is already messed up, and I am a shame to everyone. "I, Hudson, the future Alpha of this pack, reject you stupid Judian as my mate and sever all bonds between us! I REJECT YOU! " His voice rumbled like thunder, breaking through the core of my heart and spreading that kind of pain which leaves the body numb and the lips clamped all over me.

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Tapping on the first notification, Snarlchat opens and I smile as I see his first message. Uriel: Hey werebear. Uriel: That was my stupid way of trying to make you remember me. Uriel: Why can’t I unsend messages here? Uriel: You would think Snarlchat would understand that sometimes, we need to texts. Uriel: Can I get my messages to disappear after I send them like the Snarls do? Uriel: Let me try again. Uriel: Hey! I was thinking about you. Uriel: LAME. That’s how that sounded. Let me try one more time.

I draped a coat over her shoulders and stood alone by the window. My phone buzzed a few more times. Mom had sent me a photo of four sets of bowls and chopsticks laid out on the dinner table with the message, [We saved you a seat.] Lucas also sent a message. [Freya, I’m sorry.] I didn’t reply. Some wounds couldn’t be healed with a single apology. However, I didn’t hate them as much either. Hating people was exhausting. I just wanted to keep moving forward. When the fireworks faded, I closed the curtains and poured myself a glass of water.