The Peace Offering Luna He Sacrificed 77 Times

For ten years, I was a peace offering to Alpha Kane. And he chose his adopted sister, Fiona, over me 77 times.

He planned my birthday around her tastes.

At the Hunter’s Moon festival, she stood beside him in the Luna’s ceremonial gown. My gown.

Even on our mating night, he left me. Fiona faked a panic attack, claiming her wolf was losing control. He spent the night coddling her.

I forgave him the first 76 times.

Because he’d saved my life once, even if he didn’t remember.

But when I was kidnapped, he had to choose: trade the pack's sacred artifact for my life, or stay with Fiona and her latest self-made drama. He chose her.

The kidnappers injected me with a lethal dose of wolfsbane. I felt it tearing my wolf apart, devouring my life force from the inside out.

The 77th time. I was finally ready to give up.

But I was saved.

By Drake, Alpha of the Nightfall Pack. The one who'd been watching over me for fifteen years..

That’s when I learned the truth. I’d been thanking the wrong man. The one who saved me was always Drake. Never Kane.

So I went back. I filed to sever our mate bond with the Elders.

In four days, I'll be free. And Kane can be with his precious Fiona forever.

So why, now that it’s all over, is he on his knees, begging for me back and crying that he always loved me?

The 77th time my mate, Alpha Kane, abandoned me for his adopted sister, Fiona, I filed to sever our bond.

I was digging at the spiderweb of black veins the wolfsbane had left in my arm when Kane came home. The tip of my tweezers sizzled against raw flesh.

He frowned the moment he stepped through the door, his body flinching back a half-step. He didn’t even try to hide his disgust. He looked at me like I was something filthy.

But I could smell her on him.

The scent of white moonflower incense that always burned in Fiona’s room, clinging to his trench coat.

He’d just come from her.

"Explain Drake," he said from the doorway, his voice clipped with impatience. "Why would he save you?"

I didn't look up. I fought back the burn in my throat and kept cleaning the wound.

Yesterday, I was kidnapped by a pack of masked wolves.

They shot me up with wolfsbane, tortured me, left me for dead. The kidnappers told Kane to bring the pack's sacred relic to save me. But he never came.

Fiona had a "mental breakdown," so he chose her instead.

We've been mated for ten years. This was the 77th time he'd abandoned me for her.

And now, after I escaped on my own, he wasn't asking if I was okay. He was interrogating me about the Alpha who saved my life.

His eyes landed on my mangled arm, and the hard line of his jaw softened—just a little. He