Not Your Luna Anymore
I held his stare, choking back the tears.
"Can I leave now?"
Ten years. I'd cried enough for him.
No more. I was done.
Bruce's growl was low, ice-cold. "Celina, enough with the drama. You've made your scene."
Pain spiked behind my eyes, but I held steady.
"This isn't drama. I'm ending the mate bond—for real."
He stepped in, grabbed my chin, forced my eyes to his.
"You used a heat potion to trap me into this bond. Now you think you can just walk? Who's paying for your mom's treatments then? You really think I'll let the wolf who got the love of my life killed just walk away?"