After She Blocked Me Ninety-Nine Times, My Wolf Is Dying
The ninety-ninth time my mate, Valeria, the pack's Alpha Female, blocked our mind-link, I dragged myself, ravaged by Soul-Decay, into the Hall of Covenants.
The cold marble steps bit at my bare feet, each one sending a lancing pain through my chest.
In the final stages of Soul-Decay, I'd lost my healing abilities. Even the simple act of walking was agony.
"I'm here to request a severance of my mate bond."
The covenant official took in my pale, gaunt frame, his gaze softening with pity.
"Sir," he asked quietly, "don't you have a pack to support you?"
I've been invisible to my parents ever since my father brought home my adoptive brother, Silas, when I was ten.
And while Valeria was my mate, it was in name only. We had never held a public marking ceremony.
She rarely brought me to pack gatherings. Most of the pack wouldn't even recognize me.
I wiped away the blood welling at the corner of my mouth.
"That doesn't matter anymore," I told the official.
"A dying wolf needs no pack."