Rejecting the Luna’s Hollow Vow

I woke from a nightmare, my heart pounding, only to feel the soft weight of a blanket being draped over me. I looked up to see my mate, Arthur, the Beta of the Blue Pack, gazing down at me with concern. His strong, muscular frame loomed protectively over me as he wiped the sweat from my forehead with a gentleness that belied his powerful build. "Bad dream?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

I nodded, still shaken. "I dreamed you were unfaithful to me and even tried to harm me."

Arthur’s deep brown eyes softened as he knelt beside me, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over the bed. He reassured me in that calm, steady voice of his, the one that always seemed to anchor me. "You know I’d never hurt you, Makenzie," he said, his tone firm yet tender. After a moment, he stood, his tall frame towering over me as he headed to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

My best friend, Livia, a Delta warrior in the pack, often remarked that I had found a rare mate in Arthur—gentle, commanding, and devoted. But what she didn’t mention was that she had gotten involved with him.

Before leaving our den, Arthur turned to me, his chiseled jaw set with purpose. "I’ll be busy with pack duties today," he said, his voice carrying the weight of his position. "Don’t wait up for dinner."

I knew what that meant. Today was the day he was accompanying Livia to her prenatal appointment. As Arthur stepped toward the door, his broad back facing me, I called out, my voice trembling despite my resolve. "I want to sever the mate bond."

Arthur froze in the hallway, his powerful frame tensing. Slowly, he turned, his dark eyes flashing with a mix of surprise and defiance. "Why do you think I’ve been unfaithful?" he demanded, his alpha tone sharp, though it lacked the harshness he reserved for others. "And with whom?"

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The morning passed in a haze of restless thoughts. I tried to distract myself with the ritual of brewing coffee, the rich aroma filling the den as rain pattered against the windows. Outside, the storm mirrored the turmoil within me. I sipped from my mug, my reflection in the glass staring back—hollow, haunted.

Thoughts of the upcoming pack gathering swirled in my mind. The Alpha would preside over the feast, a lavish spread of roasted game, fresh herbs, and honeyed cakes—a stark contrast to the emptiness gnawing at me.

Arthur was still absent, likely attending to his duties as Beta. I knew he was often occupied with the pack’s affairs, his responsibilities weighing heavily on him. Meanwhile, I found solace in messages from other pack members through our mind link, though even their words couldn’t fill the void left by my suspicions.

As evening approached, I prepared dinner, placing rolls in the oven and slow-cooking a hearty stew. The scents mingled in the air, a small comfort in the midst