I Erased My Alpha After His Hundredth Betrayal

My fated mate, Alpha Ethan, chose another woman over me. Not once. Not twice. But ninety-nine times.

He always claimed it was for the pack. He always swore he loved me.

He always promised that next time, I would be his priority.

Then she showed up at his Alpha ceremony. The outsider, Oliva. In my Luna gown.

My Beta saw red and told Oliva to get her ass out of our pack.

Ethan abandoned me on the stage—on the night we were to be crowned together—and stormed down to shield Oliva in his arms.

For the hundredth time, he ordered me to apologize for the sake of an alliance. As if she was the victim.

And just like that... I was done.

I drew my silver dagger and sliced it across my palm.

"I, Ivana, before the Moon Goddess and the Elders, reject my mate bond with Alpha Ethan."

He thought I was throwing a tantrum.

He was wrong. I didn't just shatter our bond. I erased him.

And that’s when he lost his mind, tossing Oliva aside and begging me to come back.

At my mate’s Alpha ceremony, another woman was in his arms, wearing my dress. In that moment, the Luna title I’d coveted for five years turned to ash.

I wasn’t just giving it up; I was going to burn it all down, starting with my mate bond.

"Leave her alone!"

Ethan's roar ripped through the great hall.

I watched him charge off the stage, and my heart plummeted.

Tonight was his Alpha ceremony.

Every Elder from the Northern packs was here to witness him officially take power.

I was supposed to be at his side, his Luna, receiving their blessings.

But here he was, burning with rage for another woman.

"You idiots!" Ethan shoved one of his own warriors aside. "She is an honored guest! Who gave you the right to lay a hand on her?"

Oliva cowered behind him, fresh tears glistening on her cheeks. "Ethan, please... don't fight with your own people over me..."

"No." Ethan turned, his hand gently stroking her cheek. "No one gets to bully you. I promise."

The entire hall went dead silent.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on the scene.

My nails dug into my palms, drawing blood.

Oliva was the daughter of the Red Fang Alpha. I knew she'd always had a thing for Ethan.

I was the pack's Beta. I was supposed to be its Luna.

But today, Oliva had paraded into our ceremony wearing a gown identical to my own. My Beta, Rosa, lost it. She called Oliva a worthless copycat trying to steal my place.

She'd barely gotten a few words out before Ethan jumped in to defend her.

Seeing me standing there, silent and still, Ethan's voice suddenly exploded in my mind:

“Ivana! For once in your life, can you think about the bigger picture? This is not the time for your petty drama. I know Rosa is your dog, but you