Her Wolf No Longer Answers
Every year, on the anniversary of my bonding to my Alpha mate, Rhys, he orchestrates a new and elaborate humiliation for me.
Today is our tenth anniversary. He strode into the grand hall with a scantily clad woman on his arm.
"Cassia," he commanded, his voice echoing. "She's cold. Give her your Moon-Sheen Cape."
As if that wasn't degrading enough, he added, "And your mate token. She fancies the design."
That cape is a symbol of the Luna. Only I have the right to wear it!
I clutched the collar of my cape, my inner wolf snarling.
But he just scoffed, his hands reaching to rip it from my shoulders.
"Stop pretending. Your father sold you to me for status."
"I still remember you, spread beneath me, begging me to claim you."
All the wolves stared, waiting for me to shatter.
I did the only thing I could. "I am severing our bond."
Rhys just laughed, slapping a stack of photos onto the table.
The photos showed me curled up on a bed, covered in humiliating marks, a broken mess.
"You threaten me with that every year. And every year, you come crawling back to my bed."
"If these photos were to get out," he sneered, "do you think your unhinged mother could afford to remain in the Serene Moonlight Sanitarium?"