Sebastian's POV:
I stared at the declaration on the council platform, motionless.
Cancel the marking ceremony. Renounce the Luna status. Reject the fated mate.
I knew every single word, yet strung together, they were as absurd as a cruel joke.
Just last night we were still choosing her coronation gown. Louisa had clearly agreed. How could she publicly reject me just a few hours later?
I opened that council‑certified video.
In the video, Louisa was pale, calmly reciting the oath of rejection. Only when she doubled over afterward did I realize that wasn't an ordinary declaration.
That was the pain of a fated bond being torn apart. She was in that much pain, yet she was completely alone. Just like that time she was cut by a silver knife.
My black wolf broke free of my control, roarin
