Noorie
On the day my bond with Alpha Claus was finally severed, I walked out of the Mooncrest Packhouse wearing nothing but the simple linen tunic I had on the day we mated.
The Luna mansion, the sports cars, the infinite pack wealth, and our three pups—I left them all behind for Alpha Claus.
He stared at me with a genuine shock before his usual mocking sneer returned. "Have you truly thought this through, Elise? You carried our three daughters in your womb, raised them with your own two hands, and now you’re abandoning them too?"
"If you are truly walking away with nothing, I will even grant you a clean break from the pack treasury. No alimony, no pack protection. That way, it’s fair."
Without a word, I picked up the silver pen, quickly signing my name on the scroll to sever our legal ties. "Yes," I said, my voice eerily calm. "It is incredibly fair."
Claus hesitated for a fraction of a second, his claws lightly scraping against the desk before he slowly signed his own name. The moment his signature left the page, the faint, golden shimmer of our mate-bond began to fade, leaving only the deep, spiritual Pack Bond pulsing in our chests.
"Elise, if you regret this, we don't have to—"
I raised my hand, cutting him off mid-sentence, and walked out of the Alpha's office without a single glance backward.
For seven long years, Claus had claimed that I only used my fated-mate status to steal his power and that I weaponized our three daughters just to tie him down to a weak, sick she-wolf.
But none of his insults mattered anymore. By the time he finds the cold ashes of my dying wolf…
He will finally understand the cost of his cruelty.