I Cut Our Bond, He Was Cursed All Along
"The bond I shared with the Blood Moon Alpha once felt like a vow etched into my soul. Now it was a wound that tore open again every time he chose that fragile woman, the woman whose tears seemed to erase everything I was worth.
When the betrayal became unbearable, I severed the bond with my own hands and awakened the White Wolf bloodline that everyone had tried to ignore.
The Lycan Prince offered me protection, training, and a future beyond the Alpha's shadow. But that old bond was not as simple as cruelty. Dark magic had been twisting the Alpha's mind all along, and the truth came too late to spare anyone from the pain.
As silver, blood, and prophecy converged, I had to decide whether love was still worth mourning after trust had been destroyed.
Freedom cost me the bond, and the price of survival was even greater."
The air in the Blood Moon Pack was thick with the scent of pine, roasted venison, and the electric anticipation of the Full Moon Ceremony. Tonight was supposed to be my night. The culmination of two years of silent suffering, of enduring the whispers, the sideways glances, and the blatant disrespect from pack members who deemed me—a rare, supposedly "defective" white wolf—unworthy of their formidable Alpha. But tonight, Alpha Caleb was supposed to officially mark me, sealing our fated mate bond, and crown me his Luna. I stood at the edge of the ceremonial clearing, my fingers nervously smoothing down the sheer white fabric of my silk gown. My heart fluttered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I could feel him through the faint, unconsummated hum of our mate bond—a delicate tether of gol
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