Chapter 4

"I reject you as my Luna."

Theodore's voice was cold, clinical, as if he were discussing pack finances rather than tearing apart our mate bond. I felt the invisible thread between us snap, a physical pain lancing through my chest despite my reborn knowledge of what was coming.

I let the tears fall. Let my shoulders shake. Let my hands tremble as I clutched the edge of his desk for support. Theodore expected this reaction—wanted it, even. My devastation validated his decision.

"You can't mean that," I whispered, the perfect picture of a broken mate. Inside, relief was blooming like…