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The night of the bond ceremony always smelled like wildflowers and blood.
I stood at the edge of the gathering circle, fingers clenched so tightly my nails bit into my palms. Every wolf in Blackridge Pack was here. Every single one.
And I was the only omega standing in the front row.
That alone should have told me something was about to go wrong.
The drums slowed.
Silence fell like a blade.
And then I felt it.
The shift in the air.
Mate bond.
My breath caught before my mind even understood why. My wolf surged inside me, restless, alive—like she had been asleep for years and someone had just called her name.
Heat spread through my chest.
My gaze lifted.
Alpha Kael Draven stepped into the circle.
Tall. Unshaken. Dangerous in a way that didn’t need explanation. The kind of man who didn’t ask for respect—he made it unavoidable.
His eyes landed on me.
And something in me… snapped into place.
Mine.
The thought hit before I could stop it.
My wolf surged forward with a desperate cry—
Mate.
I took one step forward without thinking.
Kael didn’t move.
Not toward me.
Not at all.
The crowd shifted, sensing it too. Whispering began—low, confused, then excited.
Because they felt it.
They knew.
The bond was real.
My heart started to pound harder. Relief almost broke through me.
Maybe… maybe I wasn’t invisible after all.
Maybe I was—
Kael raised his hand.
Instant silence.
His voice cut through the night like ice.
“Stop.”
My steps froze.
Something cold slid down my spine.
His gaze stayed on me, but it didn’t soften. It didn’t recognize me the way mine recognized him.
If anything… it looked irritated.
Like I was a mistake the moon had made.
A murmur ran through the pack.
Kael exhaled slowly, like he was choosing words that would not shake his control.
Then he said it.
“I reject this bond.”
For a second, I didn’t understand.
Words like that weren’t supposed to exist in a moment like this. Not here. Not in front of everyone. Not when the bond was so strong my chest already hurt from it.
My lips parted. “What?”
A flicker of something crossed his face—gone too fast to name.
Then he spoke again.
Clearer.
Colder.
“She is not fit to stand beside me as Luna.”
The world tilted.
Silence broke.
Not immediately—first came disbelief. Then whispers. Then laughter.
Sharp. Cruel. Hungry.
“Omega?” someone scoffed.
“She really thought—”
“A Luna? Her?”
The bond inside me didn’t fade.
It ripped.
Pain exploded through my chest so violently I dropped to my knees.
My wolf screamed.
I couldn’t breathe.
The mate bond wasn’t supposed to break like this—it wasn’t supposed to break publicly, like I was nothing more than something disposable.
My hands pressed into the ground as I gasped.
Kael didn’t move toward me.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t stop it.
He just stood there while I broke.
And that was somehow worse than the rejection itself.
My vision blurred.
“Take her away,” someone muttered.
But I heard him then—closer than the rest.
Kael.
Low. Controlled. Final.
“This is over.”
My head snapped up through the pain.
For a fraction of a second, our eyes met properly.
And I saw it.
Not hatred.
Not even regret.
Just… distance.
Like I was already erased from him.
Something inside me went very, very still.
My wolf stopped screaming.
Not because the pain ended—
But because something inside her changed.
Wrong.
Unnatural.
The bond didn’t fully disappear.
It fractured.
And in that fracture… something else looked back at me.
Kael turned away.
The crowd followed him like nothing had happened.
Like I hadn’t just been destroyed in front of everyone.
Like I wasn’t still kneeling on the ground, shaking.
Alone.
Unchosen.
Unclaimed.
Unwanted.
But as I lifted my trembling hands from the dirt…
I noticed something that made my breath catch.
My veins… were glowing faintly under my skin.
Silver.
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