Tricked To Rejecting My Alpha Mate

I was the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, mated to Alpha Ethan for nine years.

But when my inner wolf was severely damaged, he spent all his time with Tiffany, a new Omega assistant.

On my birthday and our mating anniversary, he completely forgot the rare moonstone I desperately needed to heal my fractured soul.

Instead, he bought VIP gladiator tickets for Tiffany.

Worse, when I was pale and weak, he carelessly handed me a healing potion laced with silver—the one element that could burn a werewolf alive.

When I pointed out the poison, he just shrugged impatiently and told me to throw it away and eat bread.

Before I could even process the heartbreak, Tiffany called, faking a heat fever.

Ethan immediately rushed out of the house to comfort her, leaving me alone.

In just three months, he had abandoned me seventeen times for another woman's artificial scent.

I didn't understand how the boy who once took a feral rogue's bite to save my life could now casually hand me death.

Why did my nine years of devotion mean less than a fake Omega's tears?

The last thread holding my soul to his simply vanished.

I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to Paris, and opened the ancient Mind-Link.

"I, Mia, reject you, Ethan, as my mate."

Chapter 1

Mia POV

The heavy oak door of the packhouse office swung open on a protesting groan of its hinges. Ethan entered, and with him, the scent of the deep forest and a damp, permeating rain. He was the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. His presence alone was a physical pressure that compelled every wolf in the room to bow.

I sat on the leather sofa, observing the man I had loved for nine years. Twenty years ago, when we were children, to block a rogue's bite, his side neck was left with a crescent-shaped scar. I had traced it countless times. But I don't know when, that scar was covered by the high collar of a bespoke shirt. What was also concealed was the warmth in his eyes when he looked at me. The pack's accounts, the border skirmishes, and the stifled gasps I made each time my wolf spirit was damaged, were grinding away the patience in his brow. I could no longer recall the last time our gazes had lingered in the air for more than three seconds.

“Ethan,” I said, my voice steady, quiet. “I want to end our mate bond.”

He paused in the act of shrugging off his dark coat. His broad shoulders went rigid for a mere fraction of a second. Then, a low, amused breath escaped him.

“Mia, are we really doing this right now?” he asked, his gaze averted. He cast his coat onto a nearby chair; it landed with a soft thud of heavy wool. “I just finished a border patrol. I am tired.”

“I am serious,” I said.

He finally turned to face me. His dark eyes held a compound of annoyance and pity. “This is about that stupid moonstone, isn't it?” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You are throwing a fit over a shiny rock.”