Remove Alpha Mark, Get New Life

"Luna, the surgery to remove the Alpha’s mark is excruciating. After that, you’ll be treated as a packless Rogue. Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?"

"Yes. I want to be a Rogue."

The black market healer was utterly astonished. The entire werewolf world believed Alpha Ethan was head over heels in love with me.

Just days ago, he'd spent a hundred million gold coins to buy me 'Moonlight Manor,' filling it with my favorite moonflowers.

Countless she-wolves dreamed of being marked by such a passionate and powerful Alpha.

But I didn't hesitate. After removing the mark, I printed out a Mate Bond Severance Agreement and booked a flight to the European pack a week later.

Goodbye, Ethan.

"Luna, the surgery to remove the Alpha’s mark is excruciating. It’s equivalent to being skinned alive. Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?"

I looked into the mirror at the black wolf totem on my collarbone—a symbol of an Alpha’s possessiveness—and nodded. "I’m sure."

The black-market healer tried to persuade me one last time. "But this is the Silver Moon Pack’s highest Alpha mark. Countless she-wolves dream of bearing this claim. If you wash it off, you’ll lose all your privileges within the territory. You’ll be treated as a packless Rogue."

"I want to be a Rogue."

I lay down on the cold operating table. "Please, just get on with it."

"Very well. Once the procedure is done, I’ll inject you with a high-grade Alpha Scent Masker—it will completely cloak your natural scent for a week. The Alpha won’t suspect a thing."

"That’s enough time."

"Now, please sign the pre-op consent form. Your new identity is... Aurora, is that correct?"

"Yes."

Before coming here, I’d already gotten a new ID at the pack’s administrative hall and changed my name to Aurora.

Aurora. The Northern Lights.

Light that can only be seen in the bitter cold—freezing, but free.

That was the ending I had written for myself.

"Once the surgery was done, I stepped out of here—and was immediately confronted by the commercial empire belonging to Ethan’s pack."

On a massive naked-eye 3D screen, a loop of Ethan’s deep, affectionate confession was playing. It wasn’t just an interview; it was a vow renewal press conference that had shaken the entire werewolf world.

On the screen, the man looked imposing, radiating powerful Alpha pheromones. Behind him stood an incredibly luxurious estate.

"Alpha Ethan, I heard this 'Moonlight Manor' is worth a hundred million dollars. Is this your fifth-anniversary gift to your Luna?"

Ethan looked at the camera, his eyes so doting they could melt a glacier. "It’s more than that. I know she loves Moonflowers, so I had thirty thousand of them airlifted from the Elven Forest to fill the entire estate."

The camera panned to a sea of flowers glowing with a ghostly blue light. It was breathtaking.

"As long as Ivy likes it, I’d pluck the stars from the sky with the Moon Goddess's