I waited three whole years for Caleb, the future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. I was his fated mate. Even though his wolf howled with the mating frenzy every time he came near me, he refused to complete the marking ceremony on the full moon. Then, he developed a sick obsession with my stepsister, Lila. He claimed Lila was his "True Love." He didn't care about Pack laws. He spread his possessive pheromones all over the territory, just to court her. This time, my wolf didn’t whimper. She didn’t try to beg through the mind link like she used to. I watched them calmly. In that moment, I actively blocked the bond. I got rid of every token that carried his scent. I took the pure white lace nightgown I had secretly sewn for our mating ceremony and threw it into the fireplace. I watched the flames swallow it whole. On the day of his first full moon shift as an adult, I severed my mental link with the Silver Moon territory and drove away. Just before I got in the car, Caleb sent a message through the Pack link: "Why aren't you here yet? The Elders and the members are waiting for you." I looked at the screen and smirked. I didn't reply. I blocked him. Then I blocked every single member of the Silver Moon Pack. He didn't know. Two weeks ago, I made a choice. I accepted the Mate Contract from the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North—Lucas Knight of the Midnight Blood Pack. When my plane lands in the North, I will accept his mark. I will become his Luna. ... "Lucas, my wolf is ready." I stood in front of the mirror. I looked pale and thin, the result of enduring the pain of a rejected bond for so long. It turns out, turning your back on the Moon Goddess's original arrangement isn't that hard. "Ivy... are you sure you want to accept my mark?" On the other end of the phone, Lucas’s voice was low and husky. It carried the magnetic command of a powerful Alpha, yet he was incredibly gentle with me. My nose stung—a biological reaction to being protected by a strong male. As a tear rolled down my cheek, I whispered, "I accept." "Ivy, did you know? Since the first time we caught each other's scent at the Wolf Academy, my wolf has been praying for this day." I didn't realize I was smiling until I saw my reflection. "Give me two weeks. I'll annul all alliance obligations with the Silver Moon Pack through the Council." "Okay, Ivy. My wolf and I will wait for you." The moment I hung up, my bedroom door was pushed open. "Ivy." My father, Marcus, walked in. He was a Beta of the Silver Moon Pack. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Lila just went through her first shift. Her body is reacting badly. She’s a weak wolf. Your master bedroom faces the moon—it’s best for absorbing energy and healing. The Elders think, for the future of the Pack, you two should swap rooms." I remained silent. My gaze drifted to the mother and daughter behind him. My stepmother, Karen, quickly chimed in, "Marcus, we shouldn't trouble Ivy." Lila shrank her neck back, radiating a sickeningly fragile aura. "Yes, Daddy, I'm fine. Don't let me ruin the harmony of the Pack." "This is the Council's decision," my father said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Ivy, you are a Pureblood. Your body is strong. You should make concessions for the good of the Pack." I stared blankly at my father. I thought my wolf would go mad from the betrayal. I thought she would break because my father favored a mixed-blood stepdaughter over me. But I didn't shed a single tear. My wolf just lay there, letting out a mocking snort. "Fine. I'll switch with her." In two weeks, I would sever all blood ties with this rotting Pack. It didn't matter which room I slept in anymore.
Father looked pleased with my "obedience." Challenging the Council is taboo, even for a Pureblood. Stepmother Karen smiled with satisfaction. After they left, Lila lingered. "Ivy, let me help you pack." She stood before me, acting obedient, releasing a fake, sweet scent. But when she looked around the room, her eyes were filled with greed—the hunger of a low-ranking wolf for high-ranking resources. "I didn't expect the Council to agree to let us switch rooms either." Lila tilted her head back, her eyes flashing with provocation. "Ivy, does your wolf want to rip me apart right now?" "After all, I just stole your fated mate, Caleb. And now, I’ve stolen the room you’ve lived in for ten years." I suppressed the urge to teach her a lesson and turned to grab my suitcase. Suddenly, Lila let out an exaggerated scream and threw herself onto the floor. "Ivy..." When she fell, her arm hit the corner of a table inlaid with silver filigree. Silver burns werewolves. Her skin instantly turned a bruised purple. "Ivy! What the hell are you doing?!" Caleb burst through the door, his Alpha hearing picking up the commotion instantly. His face was dark—the precursor to Alpha rage. He carefully scooped Lila up into his arms. "Caleb, I'm fine. Ivy didn't mean to." Lila was crying, yet she forced a pained smile. "It doesn't hurt at all, Caleb." "You're burned, and you say it doesn't hurt?" Caleb looked at the wound on her arm, his eyes full of distress. But when he looked at me, his golden pupils constricted, releasing icy hostility. "Ivy, if you have a problem, take it out on me." "Don't hurt Lila. She is just a newly shifted, fragile female." "Unlike you. Born a noble Pureblood. You’ve never lacked anything." I thought the mate bond wouldn't affect my emotions anymore. I thought I wouldn't shed another tear for Caleb. But in the end, I was still a female wolf with a connection that hadn't been fully severed. I didn't have a body of steel. I didn't have a heart of stone. My childhood ally. The fated mate blessed by the Moon Goddess, a bond we kept for three years. In just a few days, because of some "freshness," he fell for a young girl who had just shifted. He saw me as a vicious, stray Rogue. I didn't want to cry. I actually wanted to laugh. But my tear ducts ached. "Caleb, is your nose broken? Can't you smell what kind of person I am? Can't you smell the stench of lies on her?" Caleb frowned. His gaze rested on my face—an Alpha’s scrutinizing look. His expression seemed to waver slightly.
Lila suddenly let out a whimper, like an injured pup. "Caleb, don't fight with Ivy because of me." "I don't mind. Ivy has every right to be mad at me..." She cried softly, sounding as if she had suffered the world's greatest injustice. This triggered Caleb's excessive protective instincts. Caleb's gaze on me turned completely cold. "You're jealous that my wolf chose Lila." "Jealous that I treat her well." "Jealous that the whole Pack adores her." "Ivy, you've changed." "Your mind has been twisted by jealousy. Just like those fallen Rogues." He finished speaking, carried Lila, and turned to leave, leaving the room filled with the scent of his angry pheromones. I watched their retreating figures and suddenly realized my tears had dried up. That’s good. I had cried so many times over this breaking bond. From now on, I truly wouldn't shed another tear for him. That evening, our private group chat for the Pack’s younger generation, "Wolf Den," suddenly became active. Caleb sent a message. "Suddenly feel like completing the marking ceremony. What should I do?" The group exploded. "Caleb! Are you finally going to mate with Ivy under the Moon Goddess's gaze?" "Time to call her Luna, I guess." People started tagging me: "@Ivy, congrats! Drinks are on you?" "Caleb, when is the ceremony for you and Ivy?" The chat was chaotic, messages scrolling fast. I was about to type a clarification. I am not your future Luna. The one Caleb wants to mark isn't me. But Caleb beat me to it. "You guys got it wrong." "I never said my wolf chose Ivy." Then, he added Lila to the group. He tagged everyone: "Look clearly. This is the future Luna of the Silver Moon Pack." The noisy group went silent, as if a high-ranking Alpha had cast a silence spell. No one spoke for a long time. Caleb: "Why the silence? Say hello to your future Luna. That’s an Alpha command." People started awkwardly greeting Lila, forced into submission. I thought for a moment, then typed one message. "Congratulations. May the Moon Goddess bless you both." After sending it, I left the group immediately, cutting the last link.
The moment I exited the group, Caleb called. It was an Alpha command call—impossible to ignore. "Ivy, come here immediately." "Where?" "You know where. The Pack House." "Why?" "Apologize to Lila." "Why should I apologize?" "You quitting the group just now was a public provocation. Do you know what other families will think of her?" Caleb's tone was hard, carrying the dominance typical of an Alpha. "I don't want people slandering her." "My wolf chose her. I need to give her status." "She is innocent. She shouldn't bear the label of a homewrecker just because of your recklessness." Even though I thought I was numb to his actions, the phantom pain of rejection spread through my chest. My fingers trembled as I gripped the phone. My claws threatened to extend and pierce my palm. When I spoke, my voice shook. "Caleb, you can't use your Alpha privilege to bully me like this." "What gives you the right?" "You betrayed our fated bond first. I felt your rejection. I did nothing. I even congratulated you. Isn't that enough?" I fought back the tears. I refused to show weakness. But my voice cracked. There was silence on the other end. It seemed his wolf felt uneasy for a split second. "Ivy." "I won't punish your disrespect this time." "But remember, Lila is innocent." "Don't take your anger out on her. Don't hurt her." The call ended. I sat on the carpet, shaking. On the nightstand sat a photo of my mother. She was looking at me with gentle, loving eyes. She was a respected high-ranking Healer in her time. Tears burst forth. I lunged forward and hugged the frame tight. Through the cold glass, I pressed my cheek against hers. My tears fell endlessly. The mother in the photo seemed to be grieving for her daughter. I didn't want to cry anymore. I didn't want my mother, who had returned to the Moon Goddess's embrace, to worry. Once the anniversary of my mother's death passed... I would take the moonstone necklace she left me. I would leave the Silver Moon territory forever. I would be a free Rogue, or become the Luna of another Pack.
Lila moved into my master bedroom. I didn't move into her dark, north-facing room. Instead, I found a guest room to stay in temporarily. The servants, sensing the shift in power, gave me bedding that was cold and damp. It smelled of stale dust—torture for a werewolf's sensitive nose. I slept in my clothes. Just a few more days. Just survive this, and it’s all over. The next morning, I went downstairs. In the side hall, the memorial altar dedicated to my mother was a mess. My mother's photo had been thrown on the floor. The frame was shattered. The picture was covered in muddy paw prints. The silver Moonflowers—flowers that meant the world to my mother—were scattered everywhere. Lila’s mixed-breed wolfhound was tearing at the petals. Lila stood nearby, clapping her hands and cheering, her eyes shining with malice. I stood there, feeling my wolf blood boil instantly, rushing to my head. All reason, all patience, vanished. I felt my claws lengthen, my fangs itch. I went feral. I grabbed a crystal candlestick and hurled it at the dog. The dog yelped and ran away with its tail between its legs. Lila screamed. A shard from the candlestick scratched her arm. "Ivy! What are you doing? How dare you!" My father's voice boomed—the roar of a Beta Elder. Lila was already crying in his arms. "Daddy, save me! Ivy's wolf is out of control, she's going to kill me..." "Ivy, you've gone too far!" "Are you blind? She destroyed my mother's altar! She ruined my mother's photo!" I was shaking all over, tears streaming down my face. I felt aggrieved for my mother. But my father just glanced at the mess on the floor and frowned. "That doesn't give you the right to attack someone! In this Pack, we have rules!" "Marcus..." "Ivy, your mother has been dead for a long time. Since when are dead people more important than the living? Besides, Lila is the one Caleb loves." Lila spoke up, her face pale, releasing a submissive scent. "Daddy, my dog accidentally knocked it over. I wanted to apologize to Ivy, but she just released her pressure and attacked me before I could speak..." She lifted her bleeding arm, looking at my father pitifully. "Daddy, maybe Mom and I should move out of the territory..." "The beast doesn't know better, but do you lack sense too?" My father glared at me. Suddenly, he raised his hand. A heavy slap landed. I forgot to dodge. Or rather, I didn't care enough to dodge. Smack. The crisp sound echoed in the hall. He seemed stunned for a second. But in the end, he said nothing. He turned and took Lila to the Pack Doctor. I watched their backs. It took a long time before I felt the stinging pain on my face—shame that went deeper than flesh. I covered my swollen cheek. Tears fell, but I laughed out loud in mockery. I knew it. This Pack, this so-called Frostfang family, had no place for me anymore. That afternoon, I accidentally overheard a call between my father and the Council. "...Yes, although Lila isn't pureblood, her bond with Caleb might bring new genetic advantages. As for Ivy... her maternal line is noble, but our alliance with the Midnight Pack is crumbling. We need a new tie." I leaned against the wall, digging my nails into my palms. It wasn't just emotional betrayal. It was a calculated political trade. In their eyes, I was just a bargaining chip. That night, I contacted the diplomat of the Northern Midnight Blood Pack through an encrypted channel. "Tell Lucas Knight I accept his contract. But I have one condition: I want the Silver Moon Pack to pay for their betrayal."
In the middle of the night, screams and crying woke me. My wolf hearing picked up panicked footsteps downstairs. I sat up just as my door was kicked open. My stepmother, Karen, rushed in wailing. Before I could react, she slapped me hard across the face multiple times. "How can you be so cruel? Do you have no conscience?" "Hurting her during the day wasn't enough? You want to kill her?" Karen collapsed into my father's arms, sobbing. "She knows Lila is weak! She knows Lila is severely allergic to Moonflower pollen! Yet she deliberately sprinkled it all over her bed and pillow!" "She wants to kill our daughter! This is murder! Just because Lila's dog accidentally broke a flower, she retaliates like this!" "Alright, stop crying. Luckily Lila took the antidote in time. She's fine." Father comforted her softly, then looked at me with disgust. "Ivy, I am so disappointed in you." "Move out of the Manor tomorrow." "Keeping you here will only destroy the peace of this family. I can't let a dangerous element like you hurt the future Luna." Karen stopped crying instantly. I looked at the man in front of me. He used to be my closest kin, an Elder of the Frostfang family. He used to love me. I was his only pureblood child, the apple of his eye. But everything changed. I was like a protagonist in a tragedy, stripped of everything. At first, I didn't understand. I cried, I fought, I argued. But now, I finally woke up. The blood tie between father and daughter was completely severed. The day I moved out of Frostfang Manor. My father said to me, "After your mother's death anniversary, I'll bring you home. Reflect on your actions outside. Learn to control your wolf nature." I didn't answer. After they left, I took all the photos of Caleb and me, and all the photos of my father. I cut them to shreds and threw them into the fireplace. Finally, I burned that moon-white robe. It was made of the finest moon silk. I had ordered it three years ago when Caleb's family proposed the mating. I had imagined wearing it for the marking ceremony countless times since I was a girl. Now, I burned it with my own hands, along with my last lingering attachment to this Pack.
What remained were the tokens Caleb had given me over the three years. Runes unique to the clan. Expensive gems and land deeds. I picked out the valuable ones to give to my friend for safekeeping. Once I left Silver Moon, she would anonymously return them to the Alpha family. That way, we would be even. I wanted his scent gone completely. The cheap trinkets, the ones meant just to make me smile... I threw them all in the trash without hesitation. I used to cherish even a simple crescent pendant because it carried his scent. Now, as I tossed it, my heart felt nothing. Even my wolf didn't bother to look. Done. I carefully wrapped my mother's photo and the moonstone necklace—pulsing with energy—and placed them in a hidden compartment of my suitcase. I walked out of the place I had lived for ten years without looking back. As I walked out of the gates, Caleb's signature black SUV pulled up. I didn't even glance at it. But the car stopped right beside me. The window rolled down, revealing Caleb’s handsome face. His Alpha aura washed over me. My gaze skimmed over him, indifferent. I kept walking. "Ivy." Caleb frowned, seemingly annoyed by my coldness. "Where are you going with all that stuff?" I was dragging two huge suitcases. Walking was difficult. I had no energy for small talk. I ignored him and kept walking. Caleb got out of the car. In a few strides, he was in front of me. "Do you want a ride?" "No thanks." I sidestepped his hand. He grabbed my wrist. His Alpha strength made it impossible to break free. "Ivy, why are you being so stubborn?" "Cry a little, like you used to. Bare your neck and show submission. Maybe I'll go soft." I ripped my hand away with force and looked at him with a calmness I had never possessed before. "Caleb, I don't need that anymore." I didn't need to cry. I didn't need his pity. Time and again, my wolf had grown tired. She had lost all desire for him. "Fine. Suit yourself." Caleb scoffed, but disbelief lingered in his eyes. No wolf leaves their fated mate that easily.
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