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I was the Weaver, the only wolf capable of knitting the spiritual wards that protected our billion-dollar empire. But to my husband, the Alpha, I was just a piece of malfunctioning tech. Ten years ago, I crushed my spine and destroyed my womb pulling him from a burning car. Now, because I couldn't give him an heir, he treated me like a ghost in his own home. The breaking point wasn't the affair. It was seeing Brendan, the man who once told me "Alphas do not kneel," drop to one knee on a public sidewalk to tie his pregnant mistress's sneaker. He touched her stomach with a reverence he had never shown me. That night, his mistress sent me a video of them together, captioning it: He's painting the sky for our son. What did he paint for you? Nothing. Because you're barren. I realized then that a divorce wouldn't free me. He would never release his most valuable asset. The Mate Bond was a chain, and as long as my wolf lived, I was his prisoner. I didn't want his money. I didn't want an apology. I wanted total erasure. So, I bought a forbidden potion called Tabula Rasa. It doesn't just wipe your memory; it dissolves the wolf spirit with acid and severs the soul-tie. I rigged the estate's defense wards to self-destruct, melted my Luna ring into a lump of slag, and drank the poison. When Brendan finally rushed home, terrified by the collapsing wards, he found me standing over the shattered vial. He screamed my name, trying to use the Alpha Command to make me submit. But I just looked at this weeping stranger with calm, human eyes and asked, "Who are you?"
Chapter 1
I was the Weaver, the only wolf capable of knitting the spiritual wards that protected our billion-dollar empire. But to my husband, the Alpha, I was just a piece of malfunctioning tech.
Ten years ago, I crushed my spine and destroyed my womb pulling him from a burning car. Now, because I couldn't give him an heir, he treated me like a ghost in his own home.
The breaking point wasn't the affair. It was seeing Brendan, the man who once told me "Alphas do not kneel," drop to one knee on a public sidewalk to tie his pregnant mistress's sneaker.
He touched her stomach with a reverence he had never shown me.
That night, his mistress sent me a video of them together, captioning it: He's painting the sky for our son. What did he paint for you? Nothing. Because you're barren.
I realized then that a divorce wouldn't free me. He would never release his most valuable asset. The Mate Bond was a chain, and as long as my wolf lived, I was his prisoner.
I didn't want his money. I didn't want an apology. I wanted total erasure.
So, I bought a forbidden potion called Tabula Rasa. It doesn't just wipe your memory; it dissolves the wolf spirit with acid and severs the soul-tie.
I rigged the estate's defense wards to self-destruct, melted my Luna ring into a lump of slag, and drank the poison.
When Brendan finally rushed home, terrified by the collapsing wards, he found me standing over the shattered vial.
He screamed my name, trying to use the Alpha Command to make me submit.
But I just looked at this weeping stranger with calm, human eyes and asked, "Who are you?"
Chapter 1
Ellery POV:
The ribeye was dead cold, the fat congealing into a waxy white glaze.
I sat alone at the mahogany dining table-a slab of wood big enough to land a plane on-staring at the meat. The silence in the Alpha's mansion wasn't peaceful; it was heavy, pressurized like the cabin of a submarine before the hull cracks.
He's late, my wolf whimpered. She was a broken thing, shivering in the back of my mind.
He's the Alpha, I replied, my internal voice flat. Alphas have empires to run.
But it wasn't work.
I didn't need wolf senses to know that. I was the Weaver. I could feel the Obsidian Pack's defensive wards like a second skin. I knew when a rabbit tripped a sensor in the north. I knew the borders were tighter than a drum.
So, where the hell was Brendan?
The front door groaned open.
Wind swept in, carrying the city: exhaust, rain, and the distinct, metallic tang of ozone.
And something else.
Vanilla. Cheap, mall-kiosk vanilla. Layered over the copper scent of sex.
My stomach rolled. I pushed the plate away.
Brendan strode into the dining room. He was a masterpiece of genetics-six-four, shoulders built to carry the world, eyes like polished steel. The quintessential Alpha. Powerful. Arrogant. And currently reeking of another woman.
"Ellery," he greeted, loosening his tie. He didn't look at me. He looked at the steak. "Starving. Border patrol was a nightmare."
Liar.
"Trouble?" I asked. My voice was the perfect, practiced monotone of a decorative wife.
"Rogues testing the south," he said, dropping into the head chair. He sawed into the cold meat with predatory efficiency. "Your wards held, obviously. But I had to run the physical patrols myself."
The lie slid out of his mouth as easily as the blood from the rare steak.
I knew the southern perimeter. I'd reinforced the runic structure yesterday. If a Rogue had so much as breathed on the property line, I would have felt the vibration in my teeth.
"I see," I said.
My hand drifted to the pocket of my silk robe. Inside was a burner phone I'd found tucked in a grimoire in the library.
It had buzzed an hour ago. A photo. A pregnancy test with two pink lines.
Caption: His heir is strong. Can you say the same about your empty womb?
Sender: Kiya. Elder Thomas's daughter. The one with the hips, the hair, and the fertile scent that made the unmated males drool.
I watched Brendan chew. "Did you smell anything... unusual out there?"
He paused, fork halfway to his mouth. "Just wet dog and fear. Why?"
"No reason."
Ten years.
Ten years ago, he pulled me from a burning car wreck. My spine crushed, my womb destroyed, my wolf spirit fractured. I couldn't Shift. I couldn't give him pups.
But he had claimed me. He called me Mate.
I thought it was a fairy tale.
I was wrong. He didn't save a wife. He salvaged a piece of tech.
He needed the Weaver. He needed the only wolf in North America who could knit spiritual wards complex enough to protect his billion-dollar assets. I was his firewall.
And Kiya? She was the incubator.
My pocket vibrated again. Another message.
Under the table, I glanced at the screen. A video. Brendan, in a hallway I didn't know, hands on Kiya's waist.
"She's just the foundation, Kiya," Brendan's voice was tinny through the muted speaker. "She keeps the house standing. You... you are the future."
Something inside me didn't just break. It disintegrated.
"I'm not hungry," I whispered, standing.
"Sit," Brendan said.
He didn't yell. He used the Alpha's Command.
My knees locked. My wolf, conditioned like a beaten dog, forced my ass back into the chair.
"You need protein, Ellery," he said, not looking up. "You look peaky. If you get sick, the wards fluctuate. We can't have that."
The wards. Always the wards.
"I'm fine," I choked out, fighting the magical constriction in my throat.
"Good." He wiped his mouth. "I'll be in the study. Don't wait up."
He walked past me. No kiss. No touch. Just a wave of vanilla scent that made me want to gag.
I waited until his footsteps faded.
Then, I reached out with my mind. I found the invisible web of magic draping the estate. My life's work.
I found the thread connecting the main gate to the mansion.
With a mental snap, I frayed it. Just a microscopic fracture.
I wasn't going to divorce him. He'd never let his favorite tool go. He'd lock me in the basement and hook me up to the grid until I expired.
No. I needed a permanent exit.
The Mate Bond is absolute. It's a chain forged by the Moon Goddess. There's only one way to break it without dying.
One of us had to cease to exist.
Ellery had to die.
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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Chapter 6
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Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 9
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Chapter 10
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Chapter 11
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Chapter 12
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Chapter 13
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Chapter 14
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Chapter 15
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Chapter 16
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Chapter 17
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Chapter 18
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