The bond-breaking certificate lay before Charles, and for the first time, the hands that signed billion-dollar deals trembled.
It didn't look fake, but he couldn't accept it.
Isabel loved him—how could she want to sever their bond?
He tore out of the house, speeding to the family court, his mind racing.
The clerk checked the records and confirmed,
"We received the application to break the bond a month ago. The certificate is valid."
A month ago?
Charles's heart lurched.
How had he not known?
Did breaking a bond only need one wolf's request?
Wait—there was that document he'd signed.
Isabel had handed him what she called a storefront transfer agreement.
"Check if any property was transferred to Isabel's name this month," he ordered his assistant.
The answer came quickly.
"Nothi
