Every pack knew me as the perfect mate. I gave Ezra Sylvan six years. I stayed quiet and swallowed it all while he slept around. That day, in his den at Alpha’s Peak, I caught a scent that wasn’t mine—wild roses and desire. He wasn’t even sorry I caught him. Just leaned back against the stone wall and smirked. “Be a good girl. Go chase off that wild little bitch.” His Betas and inner circle were already betting on how long I’d last this time. Ezra, chin in hand, said, “She’s tame. Give her two days, and she’ll drop it.” He expected me to crawl back and beg. Just like always. But Ezra didn’t know: when noble females come of age, we send our souls out to seek our true mate, just as the old laws require. So while he sat there full of himself, I found the courage to ask the suitor my family had chosen for me: “If our pups must carry the Obsidian Moon name and bloodline, can you accept that?” ... I showed up at Ezra’s den. The guards blocked the entrance. They told me the Alpha was “resting.” I stepped back against the cold stone wall, a heavy scroll in my arms— the latest trade map I’d drawn for the two packs. It dug into my shoulders. After a long while, the stone doors finally opened. Ezra stood there half-naked. Water on his chest. A pelt loose around his waist. Ezra leaned against the doorframe, his golden eyes narrowing. “Why not wait until the next full moon?” I held the scroll tighter and looked up. “Sorry. The border wards acted up. It delayed me.” Ezra stepped aside to let me in. He scoffed. “Does your little paperwork put meat on the table? Just quit already.” I slipped inside before the heavy doors shut. Then the scent hit me. I froze. Ezra’s den was a massive cavern. A long dark hallway led to the main chamber. I turned the corner. A silk dress lay torn to shreds on the fur rug. And scattered everywhere... lace lingerie that smelled of roses.
I always knew Ezra was wild, never truly mine in all six of those years. I told myself I could live with it, as long as I didn’t see it or breathe it in. So I avoided the traces of his intimacy with other she-wolves. Trained myself to forget and move on. When I looked up, he leaned against the liquor cabinet with a glass of bourbon in hand, the hot spring splashing behind him. No panic in his eyes. Not a shred of guilt. “You’re late.” He gave a lazy shrug. His voice was dead calm. I clutched the scroll tighter. If I let go, it would hit the floor with weeks of work inside it. I parted my lips to speak— The hot spring doors hissed open.
A shapely she-wolf strolled out, Ezra’s bathrobe hanging loosely off her shoulders. She barely reacted when she saw me, as if my presence meant nothing. “Alpha—” In a syrupy voice, she pressed herself to Ezra’s chest. “About that hunting territory you promised me...” Ezra gave a slight shift, peeling her off. He took a sip of his bourbon. “Go see my Beta. We’re done here.” The female flashed a blinding smile. “Thank you, my Alpha!” She reappeared fully dressed moments later. I watched her go. Selene—the latest favorite among the younger wolves. She reached the door. I stepped aside. Maybe she wanted to please Ezra. She paused, looked me over, and smirked over her shoulder. “Great taste, Alpha. You picked the ultimate obedient little Luna. A century ago, her bloodline would’ve been prized for bearing strong heirs.” Ezra didn’t even glance my way. He didn’t shut her down. Just let out an annoyed sigh. “Get out.” She grabbed her bag and strutted out.
Ezra got dressed, walked over, and took the scroll from my hands as if nothing had happened. He hooked an arm around my waist. “Hungry? What prey do you want tonight? I’ll hunt it down myself.” I didn’t move. He arched an eyebrow, like something had just occurred to him. He flashed a lazy smile, his fingers circling my hip. “Mad? You want me? I’ll have the guards prep another hot spring on the Moonlight Terrace—” None of this was new. I’d always known. I knew he slept around. I knew he was wild. But I walked into his territory anyway. I played the fool. I was the one who gave him the power to hurt me. So I couldn’t blame anyone. I didn’t hate anyone. Not even Ezra. I always knew we would end one day. But I kept holding on. Just a little longer. Now the end was finally here. And to my surprise, all I felt was relief. Maybe my heart had already gone numb. I pulled Ezra’s hand away. Took the scroll back without looking up. “Ezra.” “I am breaking our mating bond.”
The words hung in the air. The den went dead silent. I looked up at Ezra. He studied me as if weighing whether I was joking. Then he let out a low chuckle. “Break the mating bond?” He bent down. My reflection looked tiny in his golden eyes. “Cressida.” He clicked his tongue, as if thinking. “How old were you when you first saw me? Sixteen? Seventeen?” He shook his head. “I forget. Back then, obedience was the only thing you had going for you. You hid behind your brother Dorian like a scared little rabbit.” “I asked if you wanted to come with me.” He straightened up. He adjusted his cuffs. “You blushed. You nodded. You didn’t even hesitate.” “I also told you I’m a born conqueror. I don’t force females to stay. And they can’t force me to belong to just one.” He let out a sigh. He looked at me with a trace of pity. “What did you say back then? You said you were willing.” “And now you’re threatening to break the bond.” He brushed a tear from my cheek. He tilted his head. “Isn’t that a bit unfair to me?” “Alright. Enough crying. You’ve handled this just fine all these years. Today was my mistake. Next time, I won’t get caught.” He dug his fingers into my shoulders and turned me toward the massive obsidian mirror, where his smug face stood beside my tear-soaked one. “Know how old that little bitch was? Twenty. And you’re what... twenty-six this year? Stop using cheap tricks to keep me around. Spend your time waking up your Moon Goddess powers instead...” “After all, our bloodlines are the best match. Those other girls are just passing flings. They don’t matter.”
He had always been this awful. But his Alpha aura and beautiful face hid it so well that even words like these could sound like love. All the fight drained out of me. I felt like a puppet on invisible strings, with Ezra holding the ends. I slipped out of his grip. My voice was dead calm. “Ezra. We’re done.” He gave a lazy smile. “Fine. Break it.” He glanced at the heavy iron clock on the wall, grabbed his coat, and crushed his mouth against mine. “Be a good girl. Wash that foreign scent off. I’ve got an Alpha Council meeting.” “I’ll have the new moonstones and imported silks delivered to your room.” “I’ll make it up to you tonight. Properly.” Maybe we had used the words “break the bond” too many times. They had lost all weight. In the beginning, Ezra used it first. He weaponized those words long before I did. “Cressida. If you can’t handle this, the door is right there.” “You know I hate seeing you miserable.” I used to be easy to soothe. A smile and a few soft words were enough. But not this time. I made a vow to myself. No caving in. No backing down. Besides. Breaking an unblessed mating bond didn’t require his consent.
Emotional wounds cut fast and deep. A brutal fever hit me after I left Ezra’s den. My wolf’s energy was falling out of balance. I sank into a fever dream. I saw my sixteen-year-old self. The girl Ezra had already erased from his mind. Ezra Sylvan. A born Alpha. He didn’t need an elite bloodline. His power and charm alone were enough to make females flock to him. And to top it off, he was the undisputed leader of the apex pack. He had a type—wild and stunning. He slept with everyone from foreign envoys to his own frontline warriors. No one thought he’d ever look twice at a “good girl” like me. I had nothing to offer but obedience. But he had already had every kind of female he wanted. At the height of his power, he was bored. And then his eyes landed on me. Shadows stretched across the border valley the first time I saw him. He was flirting with Liana, the undisputed beauty of the packs. Liana wanted to become a movie star. Ezra pulled the strings to make it happen. As Liana clung to him and begged for his attention, I happened to glance up. Ezra’s face was unreadable. Thick smoke curled from the cigar between his knuckles. He looked bored. Then he jerked his chin in my direction. He cut her right off. “Who is that?”
Liana stiffened. She stepped into his line of sight. “Her? Just the little good girl from the Obsidian Moon Pack. She doesn’t run with our kind.” I ducked my head. I hurried past them. Ezra just flashed a lazy smirk. He didn’t say a word. Growing up, I was the easiest child to raise. My mom raised me alone. Her love came buried under layers of suffocating rules. Curfews by midnight. Hair no longer than my shoulders. Skirts down to the ankles. Under her suffocating care, I grew into exactly what she wanted—obedient in every way. Rigid. Docile. I followed every single pack law to the letter. I thought I’d live my entire life strictly by the book. Until Ezra reached out his hand. That hand was temptation itself. And like a fool, I took it.
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