Severed Bond: The White Wolf's Second Chance

Severed Bond: The White Wolf's Second Chance

Shelby Helliwell

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My husband stood over our son's cold, blue body, his eyes filled with pure hatred. "You killed him," Eli growled, using his Alpha tone to force me into submission. "You were too busy with your research to watch our heir." I broke. I accepted the punishment. I let them drag me to the water cells where the silver burned my skin. I let his "cousin" Kasey pour my son's ashes into a filthy sewer grate while Eli stood by and watched, stone-faced. He stripped me of my title, my clothes, and threw me into the Rogue lands to rot. But in the ruins of the old temple, the Moon Goddess showed me the truth. I wasn't the only one distracted that day. While our three-year-old screamed for his daddy from the water, Eli heard him. He heard him, but he didn't come. Because he was in the boathouse, entangled in the sheets with Kasey. He ignored our son's dying cries to satisfy his lust. The pain was too much. To survive the agony, I chose the Ritual of Oblivion. I paid the ultimate price: I erased my memories of them. All of them. Years later, as the revered White Wolf Luna, I walked down the grand staircase of the Lycan palace. A man I didn't recognize fell to his knees in front of the crowd, weeping, clutching at the hem of my silver dress. "Harper, please! It's me, Eli! Remember our baby!" I tilted my head, looking at him with polite indifference. "I'm sorry, sir." "I have no mate named Eli."

Chapter 1

My husband stood over our son's cold, blue body, his eyes filled with pure hatred.

"You killed him," Eli growled, using his Alpha tone to force me into submission. "You were too busy with your research to watch our heir."

I broke. I accepted the punishment. I let them drag me to the water cells where the silver burned my skin.

I let his "cousin" Kasey pour my son's ashes into a filthy sewer grate while Eli stood by and watched, stone-faced.

He stripped me of my title, my clothes, and threw me into the Rogue lands to rot.

But in the ruins of the old temple, the Moon Goddess showed me the truth.

I wasn't the only one distracted that day.

While our three-year-old screamed for his daddy from the water, Eli heard him. He heard him, but he didn't come.

Because he was in the boathouse, entangled in the sheets with Kasey. He ignored our son's dying cries to satisfy his lust.

The pain was too much. To survive the agony, I chose the Ritual of Oblivion. I paid the ultimate price: I erased my memories of them. All of them.

Years later, as the revered White Wolf Luna, I walked down the grand staircase of the Lycan palace.

A man I didn't recognize fell to his knees in front of the crowd, weeping, clutching at the hem of my silver dress.

"Harper, please! It's me, Eli! Remember our baby!"

I tilted my head, looking at him with polite indifference.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"I have no mate named Eli."

Chapter 1

Harper POV:

The Stark Pack territory was ethereal under the full moon. The silver light bathed the endless forests and the shimmering lake in a glow that felt almost holy. As the Luna, this was my domain. But more than that, as the foremost scholar on Soul Links and Mate Bonds, I knew the metaphysical weight of this land.

I had spent my life studying the invisible threads that tied our kind together. The Mate Bond was not just biology; it was the Moon Goddess's greatest gift. It was a sacred geometry of souls.

"Mommy! Look at me!"

My heart swelled. Leo. My beautiful, three-year-old pup. He had Eli's dark hair and my eyes. He was the perfect synthesis of an Alpha and a Luna. He was running near the edge of the garden, his laughter ringing like bells in the crisp air.

I smiled, looking down at my notes. I was on the verge of a breakthrough regarding how trauma affects the bond elasticity. Just one more calculation.

"Be careful, Leo," I called out, my voice soft.

That was the last moment of peace I would ever know.

It happened in the blink of an eye. Or perhaps it was longer. The numbers on the page captivated me, drawing me into a trance of logic and theory. I looked down at my journal. Just for a moment.

When I looked up, the garden was empty.

The silence was heavier than a mountain. It pressed against my eardrums, unnatural and absolute.

"Leo?"

Panic, cold and sharp, pierced my chest. I ran. I followed his scent-milk, fresh grass, and the faint, metallic tang of fear-until it led to the lake. The water was calm. Too calm.

Then I saw it. A small, floating shape near the reeds.

My scream tore my throat apart. I dove in, the water freezing my bones, but I didn't feel it. I dragged his small, heavy body to the shore. I pumped his chest. I breathed into his mouth. I begged the Moon Goddess. I begged the earth.

But his skin was blue. His little heart was silent.

A howl ripped from my chest, but it wasn't human. It was my Inner Wolf. She shrieked in agony, a sound of pure soul-death, and then... she went silent. It wasn't a sleep; it was a coma. I felt her curl up in the deepest recess of my mind and go dormant.

My strength vanished. Without my wolf, I felt frail. Weak. Like a human. Or worse, a wolf-less creature.

"Harper!"

Eli was there. My Alpha. My Mate. He smelled of rain and power, a scent that usually calmed me. He fell to his knees beside us, his face a mask of horror.

"He's gone," I whispered, my voice broken. "Eli, our baby..."

I reached for him, needing his warmth, needing the comfort of the bond to stitch me back together.

He pulled away.

The rejection was physical, a recoil that stung like a whip. He stood up, towering over me, his shadow blocking the moon.

"You were watching him," Eli said. His voice wasn't a roar; it was a cold, deadly whisper. It utilized the Alpha tone, a vibration that forced submission, pressing down on my neck. "You were supposed to be watching him, Harper."

"I... I looked away for a second," I sobbed, clutching Leo's cold hand.

"A second is all it takes for an Alpha to lose his heir," Eli said. He looked at me not with love, but with disgust. "You let our son die because you were too busy with your... books."

"No, Eli, please..."

"It is your fault," he said. He leaned down, gripping my chin, forcing me to look into his furious eyes. Through our Mind-Link, his voice echoed, terrifying and loud. *You killed him. You killed my son.*

The guilt crashed over me. He was right. I was the mother. It was my duty. I had failed.

In the days that followed, the Pack changed. The warriors who used to bow to me now looked away. The Omegas whispered. I was no longer the revered Scholar Luna. I was the woman who drowned the heir.

I sat in the nursery, clutching Leo's favorite stuffed bear. The door creaked open.

It wasn't Eli. It was Kasey Sharpe. She was the daughter of our Gamma, a woman who always played the role of the sweet, innocent sister.

"Oh, Harper," she said, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy. "You look terrible."

"Leave me alone, Kasey," I rasped.

"Eli sent me," she said, smoothing her skirt. She walked around the room, touching Leo's things with a possessiveness that made my skin crawl. "He's too distraught to see you. He can't bear to look at the murderer of his child."

I flinched.

"He needs a strong female right now," Kasey continued, her eyes gleaming. "Someone who can actually protect a legacy."

I wanted to growl, to throw her out, but my wolf was asleep. I had no power.

That night, the full moon rose again. I went to Eli's office, desperate for just a moment of connection. I needed my Mate. The bond was the only thing keeping me alive.

I opened the door. "Eli?"

He was standing by the window. He didn't turn around.

"Get out, Harper."

"Please," I begged, falling to my knees. "I can't bear this alone. The bond... it hurts."

"It hurts because you are unworthy of it," he spat. He turned, and his eyes were cold, devoid of the warmth I had known for five years. "I have Pack business. Go to your room. And stay there."

He walked past me, leaving the room. Through the window, I saw him walking toward the guest quarters. Toward where Kasey was staying.

He was leaving me in the darkness he had helped create.

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