“By the Moon Goddess above! I, Willow Owen—I do reject Roman Hood as my Alpha, here and now!”
The second the oath left my lips, a searing, ungodly tearing pain exploded in my chest.
It was the backlash of the mate bond being violently ripped apart. My soul felt like it was being torn straight down the middle, every nerve in my body screaming and twitching in agony. I heard my wolf let out one final, shrill, heartrending howl before it vanished into endless, suffocating darkness.
I bit down hard on my lower lip, my vision awash in red, the metallic tang of blood rising in my throat.
I couldn't collapse. Absolutely not here.
Roman was hit by the backlash too. He crumpled to his knees in front of the altar, clutching his head, blood oozing from both the corners of his eyes and his nose.
