RETURN OF THE LUNA: RECLAIMING HER BACK
“And if I were you, I wouldn’t cross me.”
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “Very well, Alpha Lucian Pascal,” I said, my voice firm despite the tremble in my knees. “I reject you as my mate and Alpha. From this moment forward, I will address you informally and by name. I sever all ties to you, your pack, and this bond. You are free to choose another Luna—someone worthy of you.”
The pain was unbearable, but I held my head high, refusing to let the tears fall. I waited, hoping he’d stop me, apologize, ask me to stay.