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My Alpha mate announced another woman as his Luna. In front of the entire pack. Seven years I waited. Seven years of "soon, Celeste." When I went to confront him, I overheard his beta ask: "What about Celeste? She's your fated mate." He scoffed. "She's been with me for seven years. She can't live without me." I didn't make a scene. I just left. Severed the bond. Married his rival Alpha. When he crashed my ceremony, bleeding and screaming? I looked him dead in the eye and said: "You were wrong, Kael. I'm living BETTER without you." Then I let my new mate mark me. Right in front of him. His scream? Music to my ears. The Stormborne pack's mating gathering was in full swing when my Alpha mate Kael dropped the bomb. "I've chosen Valerie Covington to be my Luna." Right. And just so we're clear—I wasn't Valerie. Around me, the pack erupted—cheers, howls, her name everywhere. I showed up to this gathering to surprise Kael. And now? I just stood there. Frozen. Valerie was smiling through her tears. Soft. Radiant. Kael held her close, fingers entwined, like she was the only one who mattered. I pulled out my phone and opened WolfNet, the social platform. Valerie's post was already live. Of course it was. She'd probably had it drafted for weeks. [My Alpha, my everything. I was always meant to be yours. Forever starts now.] The photo was disgustingly perfect. Kael's hand on her waist. Her head tilted just right. The comments were rolling in: "Such a perfect match! No one compares to our Omega and Alpha!" "OMG FINALLY!! You two are literally perfect together!!" I locked my phone and shoved it in my pocket. Around me, people were still celebrating. They didn't even notice me. Why would they? I wasn't the story here. I was just background noise. I needed answers. I needed Kael to say it—to say it to my face. I found him in the hallway outside the main room, talking to Marcus, his Beta. I froze, heart pounding, listening. "I didn't have a choice," Kael was saying. "Her family was about to force her into a bond with that asshole mate of hers. You know the guy—total waste of space. If it were you, would you want that for someone you love?" Marcus hesitated. "What about Celeste? She's your fated mate, man. Aren't you worried she'll be upset?" Kael laughed. Actually laughed. "So what? Celeste isn't going anywhere. She's been with me for seven years. She can't live without me." The words landed like a slap. I stood there, frozen in the shadows of the hallway, my wolf clawing at the inside of my ribs. I turned around and walked out of the building. I don't even remember getting in the car. One minute I was standing in that hallway, the next I was sitting in my living room, staring at the dark TV screen, phone in hand. I dialed my mom. She picked up on the second ring. "Celeste? Sweetie, it's late. Is everything okay?" "Mom." My voice came out soft, numb. "The arranged marriage. I'll do it." She went quiet for a second. "Sweetie… you told me last month you weren't interested. What happened?" I closed my eyes. "I changed my mind. That's all." "Celeste…" She sounded worried now. "A mate bond isn't something you just jump into. Whether you go through with it or not, I just want you happy. Think this through. Don't rush into it." Her concern made my eyes sting. I blinked hard, willing the tears back. "Mom, I've thought about it. I'm ready. Just… start planning the ceremony, okay?" There was a pause. "You've been with Kael for seven years," she said quietly. "And he's never once brought you home to meet his parents. Never introduced you as his future Luna. Your father and I have been watching this, Celeste. We knew it wasn't going to last." Her words felt like a thorn piercing my heart. So everyone else had seen it. Everyone except me. "The man we picked for you isn't some random guy," she continued. "He's from a good family. Strong bloodline. He'll treat you right. I promise." I swallowed hard. "I trust you, Mom." "Do you want to meet him first? Before we finalize anything?" "No. Just… start preparing for the ceremony." I hung up before she could argue. "What mating ceremony?" I nearly jumped out of my skin. Kael was standing in the doorway, holding a pink bakery box. He looked confused, almost concerned, like he actually cared. "Who's sealing a mate bond?" Yeah. Mine. To someone who isn't you. But I couldn't say it. Not yet. Not when he was looking at me like I owed him an explanation. I shook my head. "It's nothing. Just a friend." The tension left his face immediately. Relief washed over him, and something in my ch//est cracked a little more. Was he relieved because he thought I wasn't pressuring him into marriage? Or because he was taking Valerie as his Luna and assumed I hadn't found out yet? "Oh." He picked up the bakery box again, holding it out like a peace offering. "Well, good for her. Hey, I picked this up on the way back from the pack house. Your favorite." I stared at the box. Moonberry torte. Valerie's favorite. Not mine. I used to love it when Kael brought me food. Used to think it meant he was thinking about me while he was out handling pack business. It felt like love—being remembered, being cared for. But now? Now I knew the truth. Every pastry, every coffee, every "I thought of you" moment—it was never about me. It was about her. And the worst part? This whole routine—the bringing-me-treats thing—had only started after Valerie joined the pack and started working in his office. So when you handed me those boxes, Kael, who were you really thinking about? Celeste? Or Valerie? I stood up. "I don't want it." He blinked. "What?" "I don't like sweets anymore. Too much sugar makes me feel like sh!t. Don't bring them." His eyes went wide. "Since when? You've literally never turned down dessert before." Since I realized you've been using me as a stand-in for the woman you actually want. But I didn't say that either. "People change, Kael." I walked past him toward the bedroom. "Get used to it." Kael forgot my birthday. I mean, I shouldn't have been surprised. He'd been "busy" for weeks. But my birthday? That one stung. He only realized three days later, showing up with two tickets to my favorite musical, the one that sold out in under an hour. "I'm sorry,babe," he said, waving the tickets like a white flag. "Let me make it up to you. Saturday night. You, me, dinner beforehand. The whole thing." I stared at the tickets. Part of me wanted to tell him to shove them. But the other part—the part that still remembered what it felt like when he did show up—won out. "Fine," I said. "Saturday." He grinned like he'd just won the lottery. Saturday came. By 6:30, I was standing outside the theater in my good coat, clutching my phone, waiting. By 7:00, I'd texted him twice. By 7:30, the show had started without me, and I was still standing there like an idi0t, watching people file inside. That's when my phone buzzed. WolfNet notification. Valerie had posted. I shouldn't have opened it. But my thumb moved before my brain could stop it. The photo loaded. Two tickets to. Same night. Same theater. Valerie's caption read: "Even for something random like this, having that one person who always shows up for you? Best feeling ever." She hadn't shown his face, but she didn't need to. I'd know that hand anywhere. The scar running across his knuckles—the one he'd gotten years ago saving some rogue kid from a silver trap. He used to joke that it made him look "rugged." I used to trace it with my fingers when we were lying in bed. And there it was. In Valerie's photo. Holding her ticket. My stomach dropped. I stood there, frozen, while rain started spitting from the sky. Cold, sharp little drops that soaked through my coat in seconds. He wasn't coming. He'd never planned to come. He'd taken her. My phone buzzed again. My mom this time. "Ceremony's set for two weeks from now. Let me know if that's too soon—we can push it back if you need more time." I stared at the message. The rain was coming down harder now, plastering my hair to my face, but I didn't care. I typed back. "Two weeks is fine. Don't change anything." I don't know how long I stood there. Long enough that my fingers went numb. Long enough that I started shaking—whether from cold or rage, I couldn't tell. Then my phone rang. Kael. I stared at his name on the screen for a full five seconds before I answered. "Where are you?" His voice sounded annoyed. Stressed. Like I was the one inconveniencing him. "At the theater." My voice came out flat, dead. Silence. Then, like he'd just remembered his promise. "Shit. Celeste, I'm sorry. Something came up this afternoon. Pack emergency. I couldn't get away." Sure. "Just—just stay there, okay? I'm coming to get you. Give me twenty minutes." I didn't say anything. Didn't tell him not to bother. Didn't hang up. I just stood there, phone pressed to my ear, listening to him breathe. "Celeste? You there?" "Yeah." "Okay. Twenty minutes. I promise." He hung up. I lowered the phone. And then WolfNet pinged again. Valerie's latest post: "Soup from my Alpha because I caught a cold in the rain. Can men get any cuter?" The photo showed Kael's back, standing at the stove in his kitchen, stirring a pot. He wasn't coming. I knew that. I shoved my phone in my pocket, and started walking. That heavy rain , of course , made me sick. Three days of fever, chills, and a cough that made my ribs ache. I moved into the guest room—told Kael I didn't want to get him sick. He didn't argue. What did surprise me was that he canceled a pack meeting to stay home with me. Brought me tea. Made me soup. "You don't have to do this," I said, my voice hoarse. "It's just a cold. I'm not dying." He frowned. "You're sick. I'm not just gonna leave you here alone." "You've done it before." The words slipped out before I could stop them. He stared at me. "What's that supposed to mean?" I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders. "Nothing. Just—go to your pack meeting, Kael. I'm fine." "You're clearly not fine." "I'm fine." I looked him dead in the eye. "I'm an adult. I can take care of myself. Go do your job." He stood there for a long moment, like he was trying to figure out what I was thinking. "You've been acting weird lately." "Wasn't it always your thing? Wanting me to stay home when you're sick?" I kept my eyes on the blanket. "I used to be dramatic. I'm over it." "I'm fine, Kael. Just go." He didn't move. Just stood there, staring, like if he looked hard enough he could crack me open and figure out what was going on inside my head. Finally, he sighed. "Alright. Rest. Text me if you need anything." The door clicked shut behind him. I waited until I heard his car pull out of the driveway before I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. I slept for most of the day. When I finally dragged myself out of bed, my phone was lighting up with notifications. Mom had sent the ceremony details. Venue photos. Catering options. A timeline, for God's sake, color-coded and everything. And then wedding dresses. She'd sent me links to at least thirty different wedding gowns. "Pick whichever one makes you feel beautiful, sweetheart. This is your day." I scrolled through them slowly, half-distracted, my brain still foggy from sleep and too much cold medicine. That's when Kael walked back in. I didn't hear him. Didn't even know he was there until he snatched the phone out of my hand. He snapped. "Why are you looking at wedding dresses?" My stomach dropped. For a second, I thought he knew. But then he kept talking. "Celeste, are you seriously trying to pressure me into this? I told you I'd make you my Luna eventually. You don't need to pull this passive-aggressive bullsh!t to try and guilt me into it. It's honestly kind of pathetic." "You've got it wrong—" I tired to explain. He cut me off with a wave of his hand. "I've got pack things to do. I'm leaving." He stopped at the door, didn't even turn around. "And seriously, Celeste? Stop pulling this cr@p. You're making it really hard to care." The door slammed. The silence that followed was suffocating. I stared at the spot where he'd been, and then I laughed. Quiet. Bitter. Kael, how much do you even care about me now? A few months ago—he11, a few weeks ago—this would've destroyed me. I would've spent the whole night replaying the conversation, obsessing over what I should've said differently, spiraling until I couldn't eat or sleep. But now? Now I just felt… tired. I sat back down and pulled up the ceremony details Mom had sent. Before I closed WolfNet, I saw the little red notification dot. Kael had posted. Kael—who never posted. Who thought social media was "performative bullsh!t" and only kept his account because pack protocol required it. The post loaded. A photo of Valerie. Just her. Smiling, soft, perfect. The caption read: "You're so perfect. Of course I'd want to marry you and keep you close." Attached to the post was a wedding invitation. His and Valerie's. Same day as mine. I stared at the screen. One of their mutual friends had already commented: "Wait, Kael, is your pack getting a new Luna?" The post disappeared. Less than a minute later, it reappeared on Valerie's page. Then my phone buzzed. Kael calling. I stared at his name on the screen until the call went to voicemail. He called again. I let it ring. Again. Ignored it. The weird thing? I wasn't even mad. I wasn't heartbroken. Wasn't shocked. Wasn't anything. I was just… done. Same day. Same FUCKing day. I almost laughed again. By the time Kael got home, I was already in bed. I heard him ease the door open. Heard his footsteps cross the room. Felt the mattress dip as he sat down beside me. "Celeste? You asleep?" I didn't answer. "I tried calling. You didn't pick up." I rolled over slightly, keeping my back to him. "Must've dozed off. Didn't hear it." He sighed in relief and reached out to touch my forehead. "You still feel warm. You sure you're okay?" The second he got close, I smelled it. Perfume. Sickly sweet. Floral. Valerie's perfume. My stomach lurched. I je//rked away before his hand made contact, pulling the blanket tighter around myself. His hand froze mid-air. "Celeste?" "It's just the cold," I mumbled into the pillow. "I need to sleep." He didn't say anything else. Then he stood up and left the room. I woke up the next morning feeling lighter. Not happy. Not okay. Just… lighter. Like I'd finally set down something I'd been carrying for way too long. I got up, made coffee, and started packing. Not everything. Just the things that were mine. The things I'd brought into this house thinking it would be ours. Matching mugs. A set of coasters I'd picked out. The throw blanket I'd bought because Kael always complained about being cold. I started pulling things out of drawers, off shelves, out of the back of the closet. That's when I realized. Everything had been my idea. The matching mugs? I'd bought them. He'd used his maybe twice before shoving it to the back of the cabinet. The photos on the wall? I'd framed them. He'd never hung a single one. The little succulents on the windowsill? I'd planted them. He'd let half of them die. I packed it all into a garbage bag. Then I found the scrapbook. It was tucked under a stack of old magazines in the hall closet. I'd made it years ago—back when I still thought we had a future. Photos from road trips. Postcards. Ticket stubs. A few dumb love letters he'd written me when we first started dating. Seven years of memories, crammed into one falling-apart book. I flipped through it slowly. The last entry was from two years ago. Right before Valerie joined the pack. Nothing after that. I stared at the blank pages. Then I walked over to the fireplace and tossed it in. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Kael was suddenly there, lunging forward, grabbing the scrapbook out of the flames before it could catch. He yelped, shaking his hand, but he didn't let go. "Are you out of your mind?!" He was shouting now. "Do you have any idea how important this is?!" I blinked at him. He looked genuinely panicked. Hands shaking. Eyes wild. "Why would you bu//rn this?!" He seemed genuinely worried, but the truth? He was planning a mating ceremony with someone else. I didn’t argue and I just shrugged. "It got moldy. I backed everything up digitally. I'll just make a new one." Slowly, the panic faded. His shoulders dropped. He looked down at his hands—red, blistering—and winced. I grabbed the bu//rn ointment from the kitchen and sat down next to him on the couch. He held out his hands without a word. I worked in silence, dabbing the ointment on carefully, wrapping gauze around his palms. "You've been acting weird," he said quietly. I didn't look up. "Have I?" "Yeah. You have." He watched me wrap his hand. "Is it work? Are you stressed?" I almost laughed. "I set up a private getaway for you," he continued. "Booked a cabin upstate. You should go. Take a weekand clear your head." I froze for a moment , then looked up at him. "Just me?" Kael looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Just you." "You're not coming?" He sighed—long, heavy, like I was making this harder than it needed to be. "The pack's swamped right now. I can't just disappear. But next time, I promise. We'll go together." Next time. There wasn't going to be a next time. I went back to wrapping his hand. "What about the pack training? If I leave, who's taking care of things here?" "I've got it covered." "I don't want to go." His voice hardened. "Celeste. I already booked everything. It's not something I can just cancel." I didn't argue. Just kept my eyes on the gauze, tying it off carefully. But inside? Inside, I felt like I was freezing from the inside out. I remembered last night. I'd woken up around 2 a.m., throat dry, head pounding. I'd gotten up to get water and heard Kael's voice drifting from the living room. He was on the phone. "I'm not telling her. I'll keep it quiet as long as I can." I stopped in the hallway. "Just to be safe, I'm sending her on a trip during the ceremony prep. Get her out of town for a week." The person on the other end said. "And then? What, you'er gonna make her your mistress?" Kael didn't respond right away He took a drag of cigar. I heard him exhale slowly. "We'll figure it out. One step at a time." I'd stood there in the dark, tears streaming down my face, feeling like the world's biggest idi0t. Seven years. Seven years, and I never really knew him at all. If he didn't love me anymore, why couldn't he just say it? Why couldn't he end it clean instead of lying to my face? My wolf whimpered in my ch//est. He was scared I'd make a scene. That's what this was. He wanted me gone during his ceremony with Valerie so I wouldn't show up and ruin his perfect day. Fine. I'd disappear. Just like he wanted.

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