My Alpha's Misplaced Debt

My fated mate was the future Alpha of the most powerful pack in North America.
One month before our bonding ceremony, he told me he had to have a pup with another she-wolf.
A "blood debt," he called it.
I said no.
He thought he could wear me down.
Then the anonymous message arrived.
They had already performed the first stage of their blood oath.
He wasn't asking for my permission. He was telling me what he’d already done.
Our love meant nothing. So I tore up our future.
I cancelled the venue. Shredded the invitations. Burned his gifts to ash.
On our bonding day, he stood at the altar alone.
I was on a one-way flight to Zurich.
From that moment on, Damien Blackwood and I were over. Our bond was severed.