Breaking the Bond That Broke Me
I gave everything to save my fated mate, Alpha Austen. I even lost our pups. Twice.
But he gave all the credit to his adoptive sister, Seraphina. He called me weak. Useless.
He always chose her tears over my scars.
He even stood by as her poison shattered my wolf spirit.
As I lay dying, I watched him hold my killer and whisper, “I know it wasn’t your fault. This was her fate.”
Then I opened my eyes. And I was back. Back before it all went wrong.
This time, I’m done explaining. Done sacrificing.
Right in front of him, I disguised a potion that would sever our mate bond as a "blessing elixir" and held it to his lips.
“My love,” I said, “drink this. It’ll help you comfort your poor little sister.”
He drank it without a second thought.
In thirty days, under the Blood Moon, our mate bond will be severed for good.
But only when I was truly gone did he finally regret it.
He knelt before me, again and again, calling himself my fated mate. Begging me to take him back.