The Alpha’s Broken Seal
I've been mated to Alpha Damon for five years.
I helped him build a business empire, but he kept delaying our marking ceremony 99 times.
Right before the ceremony was supposed to happen, he told me the pack’s resources were tight.
He demanded I stop the expansion of the Alpha’s manor and scrapped the nursery I’d designed for our future pups.
Then he turned around and bought a thirty-million-dollar penthouse for Isabella, a new omega in our pack.
When Isabella and I were in a car crash at the same time, he didn't even glance my way. He ran straight to her.
He wrapped her in his Alpha scent, holding her tight.
Their scents mingling was like a knife to my heart.
In the pack council hall, in front of all the Elders, I looked at him with ice in my eyes.
"I, Elena, reject you, Damon, as my mate."
Through the gut-wrenching pain of the mate bond snapping, I sent a message to the Alpha of another pack.
"I rejected him. I'll be at your Crescent Moon Pack tomorrow."