The Alpha’s Obsession, the Luna’s Rebellion

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Help me prepare a mate bond severance. I want to leave Tyler for good. I sat before the packs legal emissary and spoke with firm gaze.

Ayleth, the hardest part in breaking a mating bond is the sharing of wealth. Have you brought it up with Alpha Grimvale yet?

For three winters of our mating bond, my mate, Theros Grimvale, always hid behind his so-called "mysophobe" as a reason to avoid my touch.

I once caught him by my sisters bedside, his eyes fixed on her old stockings, his hands moving under his body as low sounds escaped him.

Only then I understood the truth. His so-called mysophobia was a lie. His heart was never mine.

I let out a faint smile. "I don't need any of his wealth. Just tell me when it can be completed?"

"I will prepare the mate bond severance within three days and send it to you by spirit mail. If everything is in order, it can be completed in seven days."

I nodded and left the law hall, breathing out in relief. It was over at last.

This time, I will give him one last anniversary gift, the papers to break our bond and release him.

I turned and took my crystal communicator to call. "Evander, is your offer still valid? I have decided. I will become your mate."

"Evander, is your offer still valid? I have decided. I will become your mate."

I rested against the healers den entrance, my gaze locked on the nearby ward door, bitterness lingering on my lips.

After a short pause, Evander Rustpire gave a light chuckle. "If I am not wrong, you are still bound to Theros Grimvale as his mate, arent you?"

My eyes turned slightly red as I took a deep breath. "I will break the bond with him."

Evanders voice dropped. "I'm sure you must've heard a lot of rumors about me. Aren't you afraid of stepping out of one trap into another?"

It was said five cycles ago, Evander was badly injured that damaged his wolf nature.

He had visited countless renowned healers, yet none could mend him, leaving him incapable of completing a mating bond.

Since then, his temper grew unstable and when he lost control, he would lash out at others.

Though the Rustpire clan was the wealthiest in all the Moonspire Courtlands, no she-wolf dared to go near him.

He still had no mate to this day.

I let out a faint smile. "It's fine. I will accept you, no matter how you are."

"Alright. In half a month, I will prepare the most magnificent mating ceremony to take you as my mate."

After getting his reply, I cut the call and turned my gaze back to the nearby ward door. Then, a soft, indistinct sound came from inside.

I stepped closer and glanced through the small glass window, only to catch an intimate scene inside.

Theros and my half-sister, Luneth Wildbriar, were pressed close together.

His body leaned against her arm as he moved in a restless rhythm.

"Luneth my love, you feel incredible."

Luneth was originally meant to bond with Theros, but an accident left her in a motionless, unresponsive state.

Since childhood, Theros and I had clashed, our names spoken as enemies throughout the Grimmarow Wastes.

Yet, it was not like that in the beginning. I knew him first. I was the one who held his heart as a pup.

My mother, Ariella Wildbriar, died when I was five and my father, Ronan Wildbriar, burdened with pack duties, barely noticed me.

Till I turned ten, Theros never left my side, staying with me through every lonely and difficult moment.

But when my father brought back his illegitimate daughter, Luneth, everything fell apart. She stole my father and Theros away and from then on, we turned into bitter enemies.

In the same cycles, the Grimvales' business fell into decline.

Their strength and wealth ran dry and they could find no support in the Grimmarow Courtlands other than from my father.

His condition was simple. Theros had to complete the bonding agreement with the Robinson clan.

However, Luneth lay in a deep, lifeless state. How could she complete a mating bond with Theros?

In the end, I was the only possible choice.

Theros looked at me with burning rage. "Ayleth Wildbriar, are you truly that cruel? You will only stop once you separate me from your sister, huh?"

I burst into laughter, my body trembling. "Of course. The Grimvales have already fallen, taking me as your mate is your only option now, so take it or leave it."

On the day of mating ceremony, Theros never came and only sent a life-sized puppet crafted to resemble him.

The crowd showed their discontent, yet I calmly took the puppets arm and gently called it "my mate."

Mating with Theros had once been my deepest wish. Now, three cycles later, it had been my deepest regret.

For three winters, I did everything I could to draw near to him, trying countless times to gain his affection, but I ended in failure. I told myself he just couldn't let go of Luneth.

I believed one day I could win his heart if I tried a little harder.

That was when I caught him for the first time clinging to Luneths worn stockings, losing in his own desires.

When he was done, he even picked up a call as if nothing had happened.

I could not hear the voice on the other side, yet his scornful laugh reached me. "Ayleth is not even worth a single claw of Luneth. Falling for her? Impossible. Looking at her is enough to make me sick."

Each word pierced me like a blade, yet I still did not give up.

Until I caught him the second time, then the third .

Sometimes, he would hold onto Luneths photo in our den.

Other times, like now, he stayed in the healers den beside her still, unconscious body.

I had long stopped counting how many times I caught him and my heart had already gone numb.

"Theros, if you don't choose me, someone else will."

At dawn the next day, I got up early and headed to the pack law hall to settle the terms of ending my bond.

"Ayleth, the hardest part in breaking a mating bond is the sharing of wealth. Have you brought it up with Alpha Grimvale yet?"

I let out a faint smile. "I don't need any of his wealth. Just tell me when it can be completed?"

"I will prepare the mate bond severance within three days and send it to you by spirit mail. If everything is in order, it can be completed in seven days."

I nodded and left the law hall, breathing out in relief. It was over at last.

Theros, the one who stayed by my side as I grew up, the one I had loved in silence for over a decade, was never destined to be mine.

In these three cycles as his mate, I lost pieces of myself. Since he favored Luneth's soft nature, I hid my sharpness and forced myself to be someone softer to him.

Still, in the end, I was the one Theros loathed the most.

Just then, I received a call from my pack. They said the Rustpire Clan had delivered a rare medicinal herb to our den.

They had even sent a line of carriage and ten skilled warriors to deliver the herb.

It was a Blood Ganoderma, a rare herb that bloomed only once every thirty cycles on top of Aetheria Mountain. Only one would appear each cycle, making it incredibly rare.

It was said that it could even bring back someone lying in a coma.

Ever since Luneth fell into that deep, lifeless state, Ronan had hunted far and wide for such a herb, yet he got nothing. And now, the Rustpire Clan had delivered it to our door.

I hurriedly sent Evander a message. [Was this your doing?]

His reply came almost instantly. [Yes. It's part of the mating gift. Your pack has accepted it already, so don't break your promise in two weeks.]

The Blood Ganoderma proved to be a true miracle. Just a day after taking it, Luneth woke from her deep sleep. And the third day, Luneth regained the strength to walk.

Ronan was filled with joy. He gathered the leading packs in the entire Grimmarow Wastes for a grand feast of his illegitimate daughter recovery.

For the grand feast, I dressed in a long black velvet gown with thin straps and the slit open as I walked, showing my long, fair legs.

From the day I got mated, I had avoided dressing in a bold or too revealing thing, as Theros favored modest she-wolves.

However, tonight, I confidently greeted each guest and even openly asked several young wolves to dance with me.

Halfway through, my best friend, Kharyn Evergrove, grabbed my arm. "Ayleth, have you lost your mind? You have been getting far too close to every male here. What if Theros sees this?"

I pulled Kharyn along and glanced around, no sign of Theros here.

Kharyn did not loosen her grip, determined to stop me. "No. This is Luneths recovery feast. If your pack sees you like this, it will only lead to trouble."

She then forcefully pulled me off the dance floor.

A feast where I could neither dance nor drink felt lifeless, so I soon lost the will to stay and chose to leave.

Just as I walked along the long corridor outside the feast hall, I heard voices I recognized coming from the end. Luneth and Theros.

I stepped closer in silence, pressing myself against the wall as I peeked around the corner. Luneth was there, her eyes red and filled with tears.

"Why have you been avoiding me since I woke up, Theros? Did I make a mistake?"

Theros lowered his eyes, his face showed pain and his voice trembled. "Luneth, you didn't make any mistakes, it's just that ...." He could not finish his words.

Even so, Luneth had learned the truth. Her emotion surged. "Its because you bonded with my sister, isnt it? Ive heard it all. Theros, you were forced into that bond, werent you?"

The Alpha's voice came out low and rough. "Luneth, I am already bonded to her. We have no point to bring it up now."

Luneth shook her head and rushed into his arms. "No. Theros, if you break the bond with Ayleth, we can go back to how we were before, right?"

"I ...."

Luneth raised her head from his embrace, her eyes glistening with tears. "You will break your bond with Ayleth and come back to me, right?"

Theros did not answer, hesitation showing in his expression.

She, then, asked with a hint of unease in her voice. "Theros, you have not fallen for her, have you?"

Before he could answer, a cruel glint appeared on her face. "Even if you have, it does not matter. Once she is gone, you will be mine again."

With those words, she pushed him and rushed out.

The moment she spotted me, shock filled her face and then, she rushed to me like a storm, showing no sign of weakness despite just waking from her long sleep.

I had no time to avoid her. She grabbed me and we both fell with a heavy splash into the nearby pools.

I did not know how to swim. I struggled with all my strength, but Luneth pushed me under the water.

The freezing pools water filled my lungs and stomach. I could not breathe.

Luneth was good at swimming, just two kicks from her, I was dragged down into the depths.

Just before I lost consciousness, a memory from my school days rose up in my mind.

On summer, when I was ten cycles old, Luneth kept picking on me. She shoved me into different pools and stood still, watching me struggle for breath with a dark, satisfied gaze. It sometimes brought her pleasure.

I went home and begged my father to have one of his special warriors teach me how to swim. Too bad, he ordered him to teach Luneth how to swim too.

As soon as Theros heard about it, he volunteered himself and convinced Ronan to teach us to swim.

But at the pool, he gave his attention and patience to Luneth. He only treated me indifferent and impatient.

I only stood by the pool and watched him teach Luneth over and over again.

When I opened my eyes, I was already in the healers den, surrounded by the murmurs of the healers.

"She's still in semi-conscious state and she needs to undergo surgery immediately, but we need someone to give approval. Any clue?"

"Where is the one who took her here? Was he not her pack?"

"The one who took her here was a stranger. He doesn't know her."

My head was dizzy and my sight was blurred, but I still forced myself to press for emergency call on my crystal communicator.

The call went through to Theros, but Luneth picked up, her voice shaking with tears. "Theros, it's ... Ayleth calling. You ... should ... pick it up."

His rough breathing sounded loud in my ears. "Ignore her. She just fell into the water. What could be so urgent?"

In the next instant, the call was cut off.

The healer hesitated, troubled and unsure how to respond.

I slowly reached for the approval parchment and signed my name with trembling hands. "Its fine. I will bear the responsibility myself."

It was only after three days that I finally regained full consciousness.

The healer's helper stayed beside me and said, "Thank the Moon Goddess, you finally regained consciousness. You have been here for three days, yet no one from your pack has come."

My crystal communicator buzzed. It was a post Luneth had sent to me on purpose.

[Just a minor cold, yet you brewed medicine for me yourself and stayed by my side for three days.]

The picture showed Theros standing in the kitchen, carefully brewing the herbal.

I did not need to see his face to recognize him.

"I have no pack."

He was not my mate. He was my enemy.

Theros truly hated me for a full decade.

A sharp pain gripped my chest. I took a deep breath and dialed an emergency call. "Hello, I want to report an attack. Luneth Wildbriar tried to drown me."

It took only ten minutes for Theros to storm into my healing chamber.

Anger showed on his face and the smell of brewed medicine lingered around him. "Ayleth, did you call the hunt patrol?"

"Yes. I have already submitted the viewing crystal footage. The evidence is undeniable."

Theros stepped closer and gripped my chin roughly. "Ayleth, you are still as cruel as ever. She is your sister. She has just recovered and you are already trying to ruin her?"

Then, as if coming back to himself, he released me with clear disgust and took a cloth to wipe his hand clean.

Yes. He always used his so-called mysophobe to keep away from me. Even if he stayed in the same space as me for more than half an hour, he would cleanse the entire room with herbs. I could not stop myself from laughing, tears running down my face. "Theros, I have been lying here for three days with pneumonia! I nearly lost my life!"

Theros turned his face away, uneasy, but still scorned. "You look perfectly fine now. Stop acting. Luneth was ill for three days as well. She has already suffered enough."

"I have already told the hunt patrol to close the case on my way here. I am your mate. This is something I can deal with."

I spent another three nights in the healers den, yet Theros never came to see me or even asked about me once.

Meanwhile, Luneth sent me updates of her life with Theros every single day in different ways.

Theros even cooked for her himself, making rich and healthy dishes, saying he had to make up for the three cycles she had lost.

He took her around and watched how the land throughout the Grimmarow Wastes had changed while she was in a coma.

He also took her to the fairy tale theater and watched the fairy tales she had missed for the past three cycles.

***

There were too many to even count.

On the day I left the healers den, I got the full draft of the mate bond severance.

I glanced at it and confirmed it without hesitation.

I went home alone, only to find Luneth had already settled in.

She had already thrown all my belongings from the main chamber outside the door.

Luneth carried herself like the mistress of the den, giving orders to the servants. "Ayleth, sorry, you have to move to the servant chamber on the first floor. Theros said he is concerned since I have just recovered and wants me to stay here so he can look after me."

In a few nights, my bond with Theros would be fully broken and I would step my feet out of this place forever.

I had no desire to create more trouble, so I took my belongings and moved to the servant chamber.

I stayed locked inside and avoided Luneth as much as I could. I did not even step out to eat or drink.

Only when midnight came and everything outside fell silent did I leave the chamber to get a drink from the cold chest.

I never thought I would run into a scene that made my spine shiver.

Luneth had drunk too much moon-wine and lost consciousness. Theros supported her as he helped her down from the carriage.

Her hand slowly brushed against his face. "Theros, is there truly no chance for us? Do you truly reject me?"

Her hand lingered, following the lines of his face before slipping against his chest.

For three cycles as his mate, Theros never shared a night with me, not even once and saw me only as someone he opposed.

Once, in my despair, I drank too much.

I gathered the courage, changed into a revealing dark outfit, pushed him onto the bed and tried to claim his attention.

I had only touched his cheek twice when he pushed me away from the bed.

That night, he made me kneel in a tub of cleansing liquid and write lines from a rigid moral code a hundred times.

To this day, the scars from those cleansing liquid burns had not faded.

I thought it was just his so-called mysophobia that made him avoid contact.

In fact, he just refused to let me touch him. These facts proved one thing, he never loved me.

"Luneth, don't go any further."

Theros breathed heavily as he tried to hold back Luneths restless move.

Her cheeks burned red, her eyes soft as she called his name, "Theros."

His control broke. He lifted her and rushed into the main chamber.

I could no longer watched them. I returned to my chamber, tears streaming down my face as I clutched the knitted blanket.

Then, a sudden burst of light shone in from outside.

I rushed to pull open the curtains and noticed several male-wolves outside, spying in with viewing lenses.

"So, is she the eldest daughter of Alpha Wildbriar? She is quite an exceptional she-wolf."

"Hey, you've been watching her too long, now give the viewing lenses to me."

"Her sister, Luneth, wasn't a liar. She seems still untouched."

The crude and vulgar voices of these male-wolves reached my ears.

So, Luneth had sent those male-wolves to spy on me. I was about to go upstairs and contront her when low moans came from the main chamber.

"You, the only one I allow to touch me, Luneth, no one else."

My heart went completely numb. I pulled the curtains shut and hid myself beneath the blanket.

The next morning, Theros knocked on my door and called me to join breakfast.

Luneth sat in the dining chamber, dressed in an off-shoulder top, revealing the hickeys on her skin.

"Ayleth, nothing happened between Luneth and me last night, don't get me wrong. I slept in the guest chamber upstairs."

It no longer mattered to me.

"She just needs time. Once she adjusts to the changes of the past three cycles, she'll leave."

With those words, Theros rose from his seat and and went out to deal with urgent pack business.

Once he stepped out, Luneth pushed me hard onto the dining table. "Sister, I heard you are still untouched. I want to check it myself."

I struck Luneth with a strong kick.

She stumbled back in pain. No longer waste the chance, I caught her hair and gave her hard slaps in the face twice.

"Perfect. Now, it's time to deal with you for hiring someone to spy on me and took picture of me last night."

Luneth glanced at me with a grim expression, held her cheek and laughed. "So what? I just hired someone to take pictures of you. You know, you might be traded for a high price, Ayleth. I have been in a coma for three cycles and I just...."

A loud slap rang through the living chamber.

"Luneth, since you've been in a coma for three cycles, you seem to have forgotten the rules of the pack. Then, I will remind you how to behave today."

Her eyes burned with anger. She cried out and summoned the servants. "Are you just watching her bully me? Pin her down!"

I glanced at the servants coldly. "I am the Luna of this pack, Theros's mate. You should remember your place."

The servants froze, looking at me, then back at Luneth.

Luneth only smiled with pride and pulled her collar down to reveal the mark on her skin. "I spent the night with the Alpha. Now do you see who matters more to him?"

The servants rushed over, no longer doubt and pinned me to the ground.

Luneth stood over me and lifted her hand, but she did not strike.

Instead, a cold feeling spread beneath me as she raised the edge of my night robe and took several images.

She, then, ordered the servants to tie me to a chair, forcing me into different poses for her to capture.

If I fought back, a servant would slap me in the face.

Many slaps landed one after another. My body was bruised and my vision slowly blurred.

But it had only begun. Luneth watched me in pain, her face showing cruel delight.

"Only 50 so far. We need 100. Tie her to the post and force her to follow the poses from the pictures. Hurry up."

Just as the post done, they moved me to the bed.

The bed done, they dragged me to the moonlit flower bushes behind the pack den.

In the end, I lost track of how many places they forced me through.

As evening fell across the pack lands, Luneth completed her 100 shots and at last ordered them to release me.

I watched as she finished choosing the images and was about to send them.

I rushed forward, grabbing her and we fell into a fierce struggle. I would never let those images spread across the pack lands.

In the fight, the moon-scented candle on the table was knocked to the floor and the fine fur carpet caught fire at once.

Dark smoke filled the air and the den was soon burning on all sides.

I covered my mouth and nose, trying to crawl out, but a heavy beam fell and pinned me down.

Just then, Theros ran inside. He saw Luneth near the doorway and pulled her tightly into his arms.

I felt the flames burn my skin, pain spreading through my body as I cried out with all my strength. "Theros please, save me."

Theros glanced at me with cold eyes, then turned away and walked out of the fire, carrying Luneth in his arms without a single look back.

I stared at his back as it disappeared into the smoke, my mind growing weak until darkness took me.

***

At the healers den.

It felt like my mind was waking, yet my eyes were too heavy to open.

The voices of the pack healers surrounded me.

"Alpha Grimvale, both of them require skin graft treatment, but only one healer can perform it now. Who do you choose to save first?"

The Alpha gave no response.

I struggled hard and at last forced my eyes open.

"Alpha Grimvale, your Luna suffers serious burns over fifty percent of her back. If she doesn't get the treatment soon, the burns on her back will scar her for life. So, I suggest you to save your Luna, Ayleth, first."

Luneths voice trembled. "Theros, my hand is burned, 3 centimeters long. It hurts. If it leaves a scar, how will I play the moon harp again?"

Theros drew in a deep breath. "Save Luneth first. I will find another way for my mate."

Tears slipped from my barely opened eyes and they slowly closed again. The last light within them faded.

When I opened my eyes again, my body was wrapped in layers of bandages. A slight move sent pain through me and tears rose to my eyes.

For once, Theros sat beside my bed, pressing me gently down. "Stay still. You just had the healers work done. You need to be more careful during your recovery."

I smiled weakly and spoke flatly. "And then?"

"I am aware of what happened. Since Luneth was in a deep sleep for three cycles, adjusting to this life was not easy for her. So, some harsh actions are normal."

My eyes widened in disbelief at him. "What did you just say? Theros, say it again if you dare!"

For once, a rare trace of guilt appeared on Theross face. "Luneth visited a pack healer a few days ago. She is struggling to adapt to her life after being in a deep sleep for so long. Her mind is not stable. When her condition worsens, she cannot control herself. She is your sister, you should put your concern more, right?"

My nose stung and my eyes filled with tears. "Struggling to her life, you said? Do you really expect me to believe such a lie?"

Theross face turned cold. "Ayleth, I erased all the photos! It is over!"

I reached the apple from the side table and hurled them at him. "Leave! I do not want to see you! Just leave!"

Theros walked to the doorway, then paused as if something came to mind. "Tomorrow, you will go with me to the Grimvale auction and anything you wish there, I will get it for you to make up for today."

Before I could reply, Theros turned and left without another word.

The following day, I had no plans to go to the pack auction.

Yet as the hour arrived, a line of servants came in and forced me into a luxurious yet exposing gown.

When I stepped into the auction hall, Luneth was the only figure in sight.

She wore a black, long-sleeved gown, welcoming and moving among the guests with a smile.

"Why are you alone? Where is Theros?"

"He has some things to deal with and perhaps a bit late, but no worry, I will watch over you well, Ayleth."

Luneth turned, her face curling into a cruel and proud smile. "Ayleth, haven't these last few days tormenting for you? How does it feel to see Theros adoring me?"

She moved closer to my ear and whispered, her voice dripping with smugness. "He left you in the healers den again and again, just to be with me. And yet, you still have not given up, Ayleth?"

This was the sister I had grown up with, the one I knew more than anyone.

She was self-centered, deceitful and vicious. Even after sleeping for three winters, not a single part of her had changed.

"But it doesn't matter, soon, all of this will end."

The auction started before I could grasp the meaning behind her words.

The entire chamber erupted in excitement the moment the auctioneer stepped onto the stage.

Only then did I notice that, besides Luneth, every single guest was a male wolf. Fear gripped me.

The auction crystal screen lit up, showing the intimate images Luneth had forced me to pose for not long ago.

All 100 images were displayed, completely uncensored.

"Our rare item for the pack auction today is a maidens first night, starting at one million!"

Fear coursed through me. I leapt to my feet, desperate to escape, but Luneth gripped my hand tightly.

"Ayleth, you're the rare item being offered at the auction today. How could you possibly escape?"

Before I had a chance to react, she took out a syringe and injected me with a sleeping potion.

Immediately, my body went limp and I slumped in my seat, forced to watch the shocking scene unfold.

Soon, someone placed a limitless bid.

I felt familiar with him, a sixty-year-old male-wolf of immense wealth from Grimmarow Wastes, who had mated many times.

Each former mate had claimed he was cruel and perverse during their bond severance, saying he had abused them without end.

Once the auction ended, they took me to a secluded chamber. the sixty-winters-old male wolf pressed me against the wall, his gaze full of lust. "Luneth was right, you truly are a rare beauty."

I fought with all my might, but the sleeping potion Luneth had given me left me powerless.

I could only watch in terror as the old wolf ripped open my gown, fear gripping every part of me.

Step by painstaking step, I dragged myself until I reached the vase beside me.

I hurled the vase with the last strength I had, hitting the old wolfs head and causing blood to pour.

Seizing the chance, I stumbled toward the door, reaching for the knob, but he lunged and dragged me back inside.

At the height of my fear, the door flew open.

Theros stormed in, kicking the old wolf aside and lifting me to my feet. "Ayleth, are you hurt?"

I was too weak to stand on my own and leaned against Theros. "Yes ... Luneth did it."

Luneth, who had followed him into the chamber, overheard and broke down in tears. "Ayleth, I have no idea how this happened! I know youve never liked me, but you cant just accuse me like that!"

I quickly played the viewing crystal record of the auction from the start to now. "Luneth, the evidence is clear, are you still going to deny it?"

Theros' face darkened. "Luneth, she's your sister, why would you do this to her?"

Luneth broke down, crying. "Theros, it's all because of my love for you!"

"I was in a coma for three cycles and when I woke up, you were bonded to my sister! What about me?"

"I only tried to fight for myself! How is that wrong?"

Theros held me tightly in his arm, turning his face deliberately away from her. "Luneth, I am already bonded to Ayleth. We can never be together in this life."

"Yes if not in this life, perhaps in the next life."

With that, Luneth drew a dagger and pierced her own heart with it.

Blood spurted out at once, splashing onto Theros face.

"No! Luneth, don't leave me!" Theros shouted.

Just as she collapsed, she turned to me with a victorious, wicked smile.

Theros lifted her into his arms and rushed out, leaving me alone among the wreckage.

I stayed in the chamber for more than two hours, letting the effects of the drugs wear off. Then, I quietly returned to the den by myself.

Theros did not return that night. He did not even attempt to reach me.

The next morning, a message arrived from the packs legal emissary. [Ayleth Wildbriar, your bond with Theros Grimvale has been severed. You are now officially free. Congratulations.]

I immediately called him. "I want to hire you for another matter. I am filing criminal charges against Luneth Wildbriar, for assault and for forcing someone toward attempted violation."

"Ill send you all the proof shortly."

"I want only one result: I want her locked away. I won't compromise."

Just as I ended the call, Theros text appeared.

[Im sorry about yesterday. Ill come to you later so we can talk about Luneth.]

Talk? About what?

So he could plead for my forgiveness for her?

I placed the signed mate bond severance parchment down, snatched my suitcase and flew off to Moonspire Courtlands.

Evander was there waiting for me at the skyport.

When I made no reply, Theros called.

I blocked his number, tossed the crystal SIM card away and boarded the skycraft.

Theros, I had forced the bond three cycles ago.

This time, I released you and our paths no longer cross.