The Silver Fox That Broke Our Bond
For my birthday, I got a gift box. Inside was a dead silver fox.
Its fur was peeled away. Dark, profane runes were carved into its flesh.
My wolf cried out in agony, then shattered.
I desperately reached for my Alpha, Darian, through our mate bond. “Darian… help me… My wolf… my heart…”
His response was ice cold. “Maeve, stop being so dramatic. It’s just a prank. A Luna should be stronger than this. Amara has a fever. I’m with her.”
He just cut the bond. He chose his childhood friend over me. Her mate had recently died, and she only had a low-grade fever.
I was left to collapse in agony.
I didn't get help until a pack beta found me and rushed me to the medical center.
It took me three whole days to recover.
When Darian finally came back, reeking of Amara’s sweet perfume, he sneered at me.
"I knew you were faking it. How could a dead fox hurt you? You just wanted to stop me from comforting her!"
I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I just handed him a document to sign. Compensation, I said, for choosing Amara over me.
He signed it without even looking.
"Is this about money? Don't be another jealous she-wolf. Don't cause trouble for me. I can give you anything. Amara and I grew up together. She's important to me. You know that."
I just nodded. I didn't say a word.
The next day, he took Amara to an Alpha-only alliance dinner. Pictures were all over the werewolf social feeds.
He had no idea what he’d signed. It wasn’t a compensation agreement.
It was a rejection of our mate bond.
I counted down the three days. I calmly packed my most precious things. Then, I pulled out my burner phone.
“Uncle Marcus? I need a private jet to the South.”