The Alpha Who Signed Her RejectionChapter 1
"Selene, I want a Bond Rejection. Help me draft the severance terms—I'm walking away with nothing."
After five years of secret bonding to Fenris Duskmoor, I finally understood: he didn't claim me for love. So I decided to sever our bond without his knowledge, presenting the papers as his anniversary gift.
Selene Frostveil stared at me in disbelief. "Lyra Ashvale, are you certain about this? Five years of mating isn't something you just cast aside."
I lifted my chin, my gaze steady. "I'm certain. This bond was a mistake from the start. I don't want to keep pretending anymore."
A few minutes later, she pulled a document from her leather satchel. "Alright. This is the Bond Severance agreement that Pack Advocate Thornhart drafted. He's away on territory business today, so he asked me to pass it along. Just get your Alpha to mark it with his blood seal. Also, make sure you understand the original bonding contract terms—there's a thirty-day cooling period required by Mooncourt law. Be ready for that."
I took the papers and nodded. "Got it."
With the agreement tucked under my arm, I said goodbye to Selene and shifted into my wolf form, running swiftly through the forest paths toward the Duskmoor Central Den.
I pushed open the heavy oak door to the Alpha's council chamber. Fenris sat behind his carved wooden desk, a territory report in hand. When he looked up and caught my scent, a faint smile tugged at his lips.
"Running late today? Don't think being the Alpha's mate means you can slack off from your liaison duties."
His tone was warm, almost brotherly—but there was no love in it. There never had been. My wolf whimpered inside me, sensing what my heart already knew.
"The forest trails were crowded with patrol wolves," I said, walking toward him. I placed the Bond Severance agreement on his desk and drew a steadying breath, fighting to keep the tremor out of my voice. "Alpha Duskmoor, I just closed a new alliance pact with the northern packs. This is the blood oath—I need your seal here."
The moment he reached for the document, I looked up and met his sharp, golden-flecked gaze. My heart stuttered. What if he catches my nervous scent?
But he didn't even glance at the contents. He flipped straight to the last page and pressed his clawed thumb to the blood seal mark, his tone light and casual. "Another pact closed? Nice work, Lyra."