Severing My Alpha's Mark

For the past two months, I’ve been getting photos. Photos of my fated mate, Andrew, fucking his mistress, Crystal—a sultry omega.

【Dear Luna, Andrew left so many marks on me last night. He said I'm the only one who's ever made him feel a real orgasm.】

【Oh, and that famous soothing ability you're so proud of? I have it too. He says I can replace you completely now.】

【Don't worry, I'll take good care of your mate for you.】

In the photos, a smudge of Crystal's lipstick was a glaring stain on Andrew’s mate mark.

Looking at those messages, disbelief curdled into despair, and finally, into a cold, hard numbness.

Until tonight, when the Moon Goddess finally answered my desperate prayers.

I could sacrifice half of my soothing gift for one chance to sever our mate bond on my own.

In seven days, I will finally leave Andrew for good.

It was the dead of night by the time I dragged my body from the dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of Seattle back to our estate.

The ritual had drained me of almost all my strength, leaving me feeling like half my soul had been ripped from my body.

But it was all worth it.

I glanced down at my left shoulder. The laurel tree mark, which once shimmered with a silver light, was now as dull as ash.

It was the symbol of my eternal bond with Andrew, but now it just looked like a festering wound.

"In seven days, the bond will be severed completely." The Moon Goddess's voice, majestic and filled with unyielding authority, still echoed in my ears.

Seven days. I just had to endure for seven more days, and I would be free.

I applied a special herbal paste over the mark, completely hiding its lifeless state.

I couldn't let Andrew suspect a thing, not when I was this close.

On the living room TV, a familiar figure was giving an interview.

It was my husband, Alpha Andrew Blackwood.

That handsome face, the one that drove countless she-wolves wild, was wearing a perfectly charming smile as he answered the host's questions.

"Mr. Blackwood, as the leader of the most powerful pack on the West Coast, what do you believe makes the Silver Moon Pack so stable?"

The corner of Andrew's mouth lifted into that captivating smile I once adored. "My bond with my wife, Lucia, is the bedrock of our pack's stability. It's a gift from the Moon Goddess. Her unique, Moon-blessed soothing ability allows me to maintain my sanity during the full moon. That power is priceless."

Priceless power.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I collapsed onto the sofa.

If my power was so precious, why was he letting someone else take my place?

My phone buzzed again. Another message from Crystal.

For two months, she had sent me these taunting texts almost daily.

【Did you see the TV, Luna? I was right in the front row when Andrew mentioned you. He’s