Moonbreak My Alpha Ex-Husband's Regret After I Left

I was the Luna who gave everything to her Alpha—my heart, my loyalty, my dignity.

Ethan repaid me by sleeping with other she-wolves, over and over again, and every night our mate bond slowly poisoned what was left of my soul.

On our third wedding anniversary, when he suggested I could "try" sleeping with someone else too, I finally broke.

My childhood friend, a young Alpha, called me when he heard the news and proposed to me over the phone.

His gentle voice healed every wound Ethan had carved into me, so I said yes.

Now I've decided to give Ethan moonbreak herb and sever our bond forever.

But Ethan never bothered to ask what I gave him to drink. He was too busy running off to his favorite she-wolf's bed.

He has no idea that in thirty days, when the moon breaks, our mate bond will shatter completely, and the "chains" that bound us as fated mates will be gone.

This time, I'm really leaving.

Aria's POV

When I handed Ethan the Moonbreak Herb, he was busy sweet-talking his little girlfriend Lily on the phone.

"Ethan, let's break the mate bond. This Moonbreak Herb will dissolve our connection over thirty days with no pain or side effects, and then I'll leave the Blood Moon Pack and we'll be done for good."

He made some vague sound and took the cup without even looking, downing it in one gulp before immediately going back to cooing at the she-wolf on the other end.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming over to see you right now, alright?"

After he hung up, Ethan headed for the door, but then he suddenly turned around. "Oh, Aria, what was that drink you just gave me?"

I forced a smile. "Moonbreak—"

Ethan waved his hand impatiently. "Whatever. I need to go see Lily now. I'll come back and have dinner with you next time."

Then he was gone.

I still remember the first time we met at Howling Bar. I was there to pick up a friend and happened to run into a very drunk Ethan.

When he walked past me, his fingertips accidentally brushed mine, and in that instant, it felt like lightning struck through me. A tingling sensation spread through my body, and my legs went weak, and I couldn't hold back a small gasp.

Our eyes met—just that one look—and I knew I was screwed. I'd fallen for him.

I knew he was a playboy, so I turned him down right away. But as he kept pursuing me, my heart slowly surrendered.

When he proposed marking me as his mate, I said yes.

The day we completed our mate bond, I thought everything had finally fallen into place.

But just a few weeks later, Ethan changed.

He started going out constantly and came home every few days reeking of unfamiliar she-wolves. Those scents clung to him and cut into my senses like knives.

Ethan came home less and less. Even when he did show up,