Severing False Mate Bond

The cold stone walls of the detention cell had been my world for fifteen days. Fifteen days of stale bread, murky water, and the constant whispers of guards who thought I couldn't hear them through the thick walls.

"The real Luna won't like this," one had muttered during a shift change.

"Alpha's got his hands full with his true family," another had replied with a knowing chuckle.

I'd dismissed it as gossip then. Pack members loved to speculate about leadership, especially when someone was locked away for alleged crimes. But now, as Marcus Stone unlocked my cell door with barely concealed discomfort, those whispered words echoed differently in my mind.

"Isabella," Marcus said, his usual confident demeanor replaced by something that looked almost like pity. "You're free to go. Alpha Brodie wants to see you in his office immediately."

I stepped into the corridor, my legs unsteady after days of confinement. The fluorescent lights seemed blindingly bright compared to the dim cell, and I had to blink several times before my vision adjusted. My clothes hung loose on my frame—fifteen days of prison rations had taken their toll.

"Marcus," I said, my voice hoarse from disuse. "What really happened? Why was I accused of leaking training secrets?"

The Beta's jaw tightened, and he looked away. "That's between you and the Alpha."

The walk to Brodie's office felt endless. Pack members we passed either avoided my gaze entirely or stared with a mixture of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite identify. Shame? Sympathy? My wolf, Luna, stirred restlessly within me, sensing the tension that permeated the pack house.

*Something's wrong,* she whispered in my mind. *This doesn't feel like home anymore.*

I pushed open the heavy oak door to Brodie's office without knocking. After fifteen days in a cell for crimes I didn't commit, courtesy seemed unnecessary.

Brodie looked up from his desk, and for a moment, I saw something flicker across his face—guilt, perhaps, or regret. But it was gone so quickly I might have imagined it.

"Isabella." His voice carried that familiar Alpha authority, but underneath, I detected something strained. "Sit down."

"I'll stand." I crossed my arms, ignoring how the movement made my still-tender wrists ache from the silver-lined shackles they'd used during my arrest. "I want to know why I was accused of betraying pack secrets. I want to know who really leaked that information about our training rotations to the Riverside Pack."

Brodie's green eyes—eyes I'd once thought held nothing but love for me—studied my face. "The investigation is ongoing."

"That's not an answer." My voice grew stronger, fueled by fifteen days of suppressed anger and confusion. "I've been your mate for eight years, Brodie. Eight years of loyalty, of standing by your side, of believing in our bond. And you threw me in a cell based on what? Suspicion?"

"Isabella—"

"No." I stepped closer to his desk, my hands clenching into fists. "I want the truth. All of it. Why did those guards talk