I Was the Starter Mate
Everyone in Moonveil Pack knew our Alpha, Eric, worshiped his Mate.
When he loved, he went feral.
To keep me—an infertile she-wolf—on the Luna throne, he once painted the Elder Council in blood. Stood in front of the whole pack and swore he hated pups. Said he'd end his own bloodline before he let me hurt.
Yeah. That was his version of forever.
Until my body changed.
Then one day he walked into our territory holding a young she-wolf's hand—Velda—and built her a little love nest right next to our home.
I asked for an explanation.
"My pack needs an heir. You can't give me one."
Velda smiled all sweet.
The second he looked away, she flipped me off.
"Zara, you're fat as a pig. What makes you think you can compete with me?"
I looked at her young, perfect face and finally got it.
Those vows? Not love.
Just lust in a crown.
I didn't cry. Didn't cause a scene. I called the witch through mind link.
"Do it. Forcefully sever my mate bond with him."
If he hated this body so much, then the thousandfold pain I'd held back for five years?
Yeah.
It was time to give it back.