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Torn Bond: The Alpha's Late Regret

Torn Bond: The Alpha's Late Regret

Author: Qijia Lady
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1110    |    Released on: 20/09/2026

belle

eathing echoed through the thick oak door, cutting th

mbling hands clutching the silver tray ho

, agonized growl-raw, desperate, and laden with the un

asonal Rut

ing it entirely

quarters during his fever. The Moon Goddess had woven our souls together with the sacred thread of the mate-bond, granting my scent the natural power to soothe his inne

bloodline. He saw my ruined leg as an insult to his strength, and his stubborn

ng peak. The low growl broke into a ragged shudder-a desperat

cky

e last fragile piece

llied pack who had left him years ago. He had sworn she was jus

l

imal instincts stripped away all his def

t numb, and th

as

liquid splashed across my bare ankles, soaking the hem of my long dress, but the bu

before he opened the door and

nerves buckled beneath my weight, sending me crashing against the walnut co

or was violent

pants resting low on his lean hips, his broad chest and corded stomach slick with a fine sheen of sweat from the fever. His dark ha

ss on the floor, his brow pulle

rough from the strain of his isola

," I whispered, the word

ghting to push myself up. But the marble was slick, and my ruined leg had no strength. I slipp

him and a silver-laced trap, letting the poison chew through my nerves to keep him alive. The mate-bond revealed itself shortly after, but that sacred connection quickly curdle

an arm with that practiced, guarded courtesy he always us

undary between our bodies. And as his eyes flicked down to my trembli

revu

always hid whenever he looked at

g his wrist away with the last ounce of

or a second before he let it dr

re arms as his jaw clenched with irritation. "If your leg is acting up

emple, opening the mind-link: Martha. Third floor. Th

nto the textured wallpaper as I forced all my weight ont

ox sitting on the table just inside his room. "Happy anniversary. I h

laugh caught

e had handed me that exact same box containing the exact same style of enchanted moonston

y to quiet his conscience, while another woman'

," I said, my voi

he velvet box, and closed

r support, I dragged my scarred leg dow

door clicked shut wit

evotion. Five y

it was fi

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Torn Bond: The Alpha's Late Regret
Torn Bond: The Alpha's Late Regret
“I gave up my dream of becoming the Pack's elite warrior to save Alpha Gasper's life. In return, I became his fated mate, spending five years as his nurse and shadow. But when his first love, Becky, returned, my years of quiet devotion meant nothing. He brought her into our home, showering her with the tenderness I had craved, while treating me with cold impatience. During a Pack gathering, his closest friends openly mocked my limp and the ugly silver scar I got from protecting him. "She walks like a crippled duck! A crippled Luna is a disgrace to the Monroe Pack." Becky giggled, leaning into Gasper. And Gasper? He just sat there, sipping his whiskey in silence. When I finally snapped and confronted them, he grabbed my arm, his eyes full of annoyance. "Why do you always have to be so bitter and unforgiving?" Bitter? I took a silver-laced wire for him. I lost my future for him. Later, he drunkenly confessed that his inner wolf was physically repulsed by my scar, calling it "unclean." The realization hit me like a physical blow. To the man I sacrificed everything for, my pain was an inconvenience, and my loyalty was a disgusting flaw. I stopped crying. I drained my secret savings, secured a spot at a neutral academy, and stood before my Alpha one last time. "I, Clarabelle Rhodes, reject you, Gasper Monroe, as my mate." Leaving him writhing in the agony of a severed bond, I turned and walked away.”