Stole My Mate, Lost Her Name
After ten years together, my boyfriend bailed me and marked my sister—Rose Howell.
Right after, Jack Sterling—Silvernorth's youngest professor—blasted our engagement on the academy site.
We were bonded seven years. He acted like the perfect mate—quiet, loyal, like I was his whole world.
Then I caught him talking to a colleague.
"Rose is the most promising healer in Silvernorth now. How long are you gonna keep faking it with that she-wolf?"
"For Rose to have peace, I'll keep Wyettta around. She won't dare mess with their bond."
Seven years, trashed like a strategy memo.
His journal?
All her name.
[May Rose shine.]
[Let Rose be the happiest she-wolf alive.]
[I'd stay mated to someone I don't love if it makes her smile.]
Seven years, and I woke up in a nightmare.
On our mark anniversary, I took the gondola. Sun rising. Drop, endless.
Blocked the mind link. Drank the potion. Severed our mate bond. Jumped.
Soon as word spread, Jack led Silvernorth's top warriors into the cliffs, launching the most brutal search the region's ever seen—trying to recover his "lost mate."
He howled my name into the mountains like regret could bring me back.