Shattered Fated Mate Bond

The little gray pup whimpered as I gently wrapped his paw with a bandage, his amber eyes wide with trust that made my heart ache.

"It's just a small cut, Mrs. Wilson," I assured the worried mother hovering nearby. "Keep it clean for a week, and he'll be back to chasing squirrels in no time."

The young she-wolf nodded, relief flooding her features. "Thank you, Dr. Robinson. We were so worried when he limped home from playgroup."

As I scratched behind the pup's ears, my mother burst through the clinic door, her silver-streaked hair catching the afternoon light. Elena Robinson had the same graceful strength that had made her both a respected warrior and healer in our pack.

"The lilies arrived," she announced, holding up a bouquet of white blooms. "The florist wants to know if we're still doing the traditional circular arrangement for the ceremony."

I nodded, forcing enthusiasm into my voice. "Perfect. Rhett mentioned the Beta's daughter had some suggestions for the altar flowers."

My mother's eyes sparkled with pride. "Everyone's talking about how perfect you two are together. Eight years as fated mates, and now finally having your official Mate Ceremony." She squeezed my hand. "The pack hasn't seen a union this celebrated since Alpha Kane found Melissa."

The weight of expectation settled on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. I'd spent years building the image of the perfect future Luna—supportive, nurturing, strong enough to stand beside a Future Beta but never overshadow him.

"Kenna," my mother continued, adjusting the clinic's schedule board, "your father says the ceremony preparations are the talk of training sessions. Even the warriors who never show emotion are excited."

I smiled, remembering how Rhett had promised this morning that today's Beta reports would be his last major task before our ceremony. "Just pack business," he'd kissed my forehead. "Then I'm all yours until the big day."

After my mother left, I collapsed into my office chair, kicking off my shoes. The clinic was empty now, giving me a rare moment of peace before afternoon appointments. My phone buzzed with notifications—pack members wishing us well, questions about the ceremony, reminders of pre-mating traditions.

I scrolled through them, my thumb pausing over a video that had somehow appeared in my feed. "Cheers to myself" read the caption, posted by someone named SkyHighTorres. Probably just another college student celebrating something mundane.

But something made me click play.

A young woman with flowing dark hair raised a wine glass in what looked like a hotel room. "To new beginnings and taking what I deserve," she giggled, her voice slightly slurred.

I was about to close the video when it happened.

A familiar scent hit me like a physical blow.

Earthy pine. The distinctive fragrance that had been part of my world for eight years. Rhett's scent.

My fingers froze above the screen as another scent mingled with it—a cloying, artificial floral that made my wolf gag. The video showed only the woman, but there was no