“We’re fated mates, Elena. You’re really ending this over a necklace?” Yeah. The necklace I custom-ordered with my name etched in the moonstone. Now dangling off my sister’s collarbone like it belonged there. I didn’t scream. I didn’t beg. I ripped off the matebond seal the Moon Goddess gave us and threw it at his smug face—hard enough to echo. “You think she’s pathetic? Great. Go pity her forever. Just don’t you dare disgust me again.” That night, I stepped down as Luna. I shattered the bond. And with it, I buried the last shred of my delusion. What I didn’t expect… Was someone else showing up two weeks later. Not Marcus. Someone worse. The useless little tagalong from my childhood—now wearing the Alpha crest of Northwatch like a second skin, flanked by an elite wolfguard unit. He looked me dead in the eyes, voice cold enough to split stone: “Had enough yet?” I blinked. “If not, I’ll help you bury the whole pack.” I smirked. Lifted my chin. “Start with my sister. Make her cry first.”