The next morning, I officially submitted my resignation to the elders, waiting only for my passport to leave.

Killian appeared.

"One last time," he ordered, buckling his seatbelt. "You've been in charge of the new East District development. Come with me for one final inspection, and then you can take your vacation."

In the back seat, Vivian was touching up her makeup in a compact mirror, her smile fake.

"Freya, thank you for everything," she said, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "I heard Killian had your things cleared out. I feel awful, but he can be so… possessive when he wants something."

My knuckles turned white on the steering wheel.

I was their chauffeur. Brought along to watch his future Luna gloat.

The car entered a desolate mountain road.

Suddenly, a loud bang tore through the air.

The front left tire blew. The car swerved violently, spinning out of control.

I fought the wheel, but the impact sent us crashing toward the guardrail.

"Watch out!"

In the split second before we rolled, I saw Killian in the rearview mirror. He had already half-shifted into his wolf form.

Instinct took over.

He lunged, becoming a living shield for Vivian.

And me? I was nothing. A toy, forgotten in the driver's seat. Left to be crushed.

Glass shattered like a rainstorm.

Agony.

Something sharp pierced my abdomen.

A piece of the broken guardrail, plated in silver.

The metallic scent of blood filled the car.

"Killian… I'm so scared…" Vivian's voice was tearful.

She was completely unharmed, held like a precious jewel in Killian's arms.

"It's okay. I'm here." Killian's voice was so gentle it was alien to me.

He kicked the door open and jumped out, carrying Vivian.

I was trapped in the mangled driver's seat. The silver in my stomach was burning through my organs. Every breath was like swallowing lava.

Blood poured down my thighs, staining the seat red.

"Help… me…" I choked out.

Killian turned.

He saw me.

He saw the gruesome wound in my stomach, my pale face, my desperate eyes.

In the distance, the excited howls of Rogues echoed.

This was a planned ambush.

The roar of the rescue helicopter sounded overhead.

A rope ladder dropped down. It could only hold two people.

Killian grabbed the ladder, holding Vivian tight.

"Killian! What about Freya!" the rescue captain yelled. "She's badly wounded! That's silver poisoning!"

Killian looked down at a trembling Vivian, then back at me, covered in blood.

That single second of hesitation felt like a century.

Then he made his choice.

"Take Vivian first!" he roared, his voice cold and hard against the wind. "She's in shock!"

"But Freya is dying!"

"She's a warrior!" Killian roared. "Her healing factor is strong! She can take it! The next team will get her!"

The next team?

The sound of Rogue claws scraping on asphalt was already just feet away.

The helicopter slowly began to rise.

I lay in a pool of my own blood, my vision blurring.

I watched Killian hold Vivian, his most precious treasure in the world.

And I was just a disposable tool, a meat shield to be left behind.

In that moment, something inside me shattered.

Not a bone.

It was the golden thread that tied my soul to his. Our Mate Bond.

It was screaming.

The pain was worse than the wound in my stomach.

A Rogue’s claw rested on the edge of the broken window.

I closed my eyes.

If I live, I vowed to the darkness, I curse you, Killian Blackwood. You will be haunted by this. Forever.

————

In the helicopter, a violent tremor shot through Killian.

He snapped his head around, staring down at the fragile figure on the ground.

In the air, the scent that was Freya was turning into suffocating despair.

A wave of panic seized his heart, making it hard to breathe.

"Killian?" Vivian whimpered in his arms. "Your eyes… they're red…"

Killian’s hands were shaking.

His wolf was screaming. Go back. Go back to our Mate.

But a second later, he clenched his jaw, violently suppressing the insane urge.

She's strong. She'll be fine. She has to be.

He turned away and pressed a kiss to Vivian's forehead.

"Don't be scared," he said, his voice raspy. "We're going home."

When I woke up, I was in a hospital.

Maya was by my bed, her eyes red and swollen.

"You were out for two days. You're finally healing. The visa came through." She placed a passport in my hand. "Lyon, France. The flight is in three days."

I stared at my picture in the passport.

That girl was still smiling.

I couldn't remember how to do that anymore.

"I'm leaving."

"I know." Maya squeezed my hand. "It's time."

The door to my room opened. I quickly hid the passport as someone walked in.

It was Killian.

Vivian was on his arm, holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

"Freya, thank God you're okay!" Vivian's voice oozed fake concern. "If only there had been more room on the chopper. We felt so awful leaving you."

I looked at their linked hands.

"Thanks for your concern."

Killian stood at the foot of the bed, his expression cold.

"The doctor says you need to rest for a few days."

"Yes."

"Good." He cleared his throat. "I have an announcement."

Vivian lowered her head, feigning shyness.

"Vivian has accepted my proposal," Killian said, his voice full of satisfaction. "We will hold our mating announcement ceremony the day after tomorrow."

The room fell silent.

My heart didn't hurt as much as I expected.

It was just… empty.

"Congratulations," I said, my voice as still as dead water. "You're a perfect match."

Vivian’s smile widened.

"These are for you." She placed the bouquet on my bedside table. "Moonshadow, aren't they beautiful? The language of the flower is 'eternal friendship.'"

I stared at the silver-white blossoms.

Moonshadow.

My allergen.

Three years ago, at a business dinner, I'd almost suffocated because of these flowers.

Killian had carried me out of the ballroom and rushed me to the hospital.

He had looked the doctor in the eye. "She is severely allergic to Moonshadow. Remember that."

Now, he just stood there, watching Vivian place a whole bouquet of them by my bed.

The pollen began to drift through the air.

My throat started to itch.

It was getting harder to breathe.

"Take them away," I said, my voice strained. "Please, take the flowers away."

"Why?" Vivian blinked her innocent, wide eyes. "Don't you like them?"

"I'm… allergic…"

Killian’s jaw tightened. "Moonshadow is harmless to werewolves. Stop the drama."

I stared at him in shock.

"Pretending?"

I started coughing violently, tears streaming down my face.

Not from the allergy.

From the despair.

"You forgot," I whispered, a hollow laugh escaping my lips. "Three years, Killian. And you just... forgot."

Killian froze for a second.

Then Vivian cut in. "Oh my god, I didn't know! Freya, I'm so sorry!"

She immediately took the flowers away, her face a mask of apology.

But her acting was terrible.

I pressed the call button by my bed.

A nurse rushed in and gave me an anti-allergy shot.

"You should inform your visitors of your allergies next time," the nurse advised.

"I will."

Vivian and Killian left soon after.

An hour later, Killian's parents arrived.

Though they had always been strict with me, they seemed to know I was Killian’s fated mate.

"Child, are you alright?" Rose sat by my bed, her eyes kind.

"I'm fine, thank you for asking."

"We heard you're planning to leave the pack?"

I nodded. "My health isn't what it used to be. I want to leave the pack and recover in Europe for a while."

"How long will you be gone?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe for a long time. Maybe forever."

The old Alpha sighed. "If this is because of Killian…"

"It's not," I cut him off. "It's my own choice."

"He chose Vivian for the good of the pack," Rose said, taking my hand. "About you two, if you're willing to wait…"

"Madam." I gently pulled my hand away. "I've waited five years. That… bond… it’s all but severed."

They fell silent.

"The packs in Europe are different," I continued. "More welcoming to someone like me. A wolf with the wrong blood."

"Bloodline isn't everything. We've all seen your contributions to the pack…"

"But my bloodline will never be pure enough to produce the pack's Luna, will it?"

The two elders looked at each other. They didn't argue.

"We won't see each other again," I said, bidding them farewell. "Thank you for your kindness over the years."

Just then, the door was thrown open again.

Killian strode in, his face dark.

"Leaving?" he snarled, his eyes pinning me to the bed. "You belong to this pack. You belong to me. And you don't leave until I say you can."

"Your request to leave the pack has been denied."

Killian threw the papers onto my hospital bed.

"On what grounds?"

"On the grounds that I said so," he said, his tone absolute. "You have work to finish."

I glanced at the Alpha and his mate. They stood up awkwardly.

"We'll be going," Rose said, patting my hand. "Get some rest."

The room was empty except for me and Killian.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes dangerous. "Freya, don't test my patience."

Two hours later, I was dragged out of the hospital.

Killian’s Rolls-Royce was waiting.

"Get in."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

The car stopped in front of the city's most exclusive boutique.

Valentina Couture. Vivian's favorite.

"Mr. Blackwood!" the store manager greeted him, fawning. "The gowns you requested are all ready."

"Go try them on," he said, pointing at me.

My heart leaped. These were Luna gowns. He wanted me to try them.

Was he giving up the union? Did he want me to be his Luna?

"This way, please." The manager led us to the VIP fitting area.

The lavish room was filled with dozens of priceless gowns.

Every single one was designed for a Luna's coronation.

"Start with this one," Killian said, pointing to a white gown covered in diamonds.

His voice held the Alpha's command.

I walked into the dressing room under his gaze.

The moment I zipped it up, Killian pushed the door open and came inside.

"Killian, you…"

He kissed me.

Hard, possessive, and absolute.

"Mmph…"

I tried to push him away, but his hand was clamped on the back of my head, holding me in place.

"I know I messed up," he whispered against my ear. "I sent a team back for you. The second I could. Just be good... and I'll make this right."

His hands roamed my body. My resolve crumbled.

Maybe… maybe he did love me. Maybe he was just forced by his family.

Even with the bond nearly broken, the pull of a fated mate was too much to resist.

An hour later, it was over. He straightened his clothes, his expression once again cold.

"What do you think of this one?"

I looked down at the wrinkled white dress.

"What?"

"Does it suit Vivian?" he mused, walking a slow circle around me. "The waist is a bit tight. The bust is perfect."

I froze. My blood ran cold.

"You had me try these on... for her?"

"To choose her Mating announcement ceremony gown," he said, like it was obvious. "You and Vivian have the same build. It's efficient."

Blood rushed to my head.

"There are a dozen more. Keep going."

For the next two hours, I was a human mannequin, changing in and out of gowns.

A tulle dress, a lace gown, a velvet robe…

He inspected each one.

"This one shows too much of Vivian's chest."

"This color doesn't suit her skin tone."

Finally, I put on a pure white mermaid-style gown.

It was the store's masterpiece, named "The Alpha's True Love."

When I walked out, Killian's eyes lit up.

He stood and walked toward me, his burning gaze raking over my body.

For a moment, I thought he was looking at me.

"Perfect," he breathed, his knuckles grazing the lace over my collarbone. "It’s as if it was designed for her. Vivian will be radiant."

He looked up, his eyes turning back to that suffocating, cold indifference.

"This is the one," he said, his eyes cold again. "Take it off. And don't get it dirty."

Don't get it dirty.

All the suppressed pain, humiliation, and grief exploded.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and laughed.

"Take it off?"

I grabbed a pair of tailor's scissors from a nearby table.

Killian frowned. "Freya, what are you doing? Put the scissors down."

"You want this gown for Vivian?" I was crying, but my smile grew wider. "Fine. She can have it."

RIIIP!

The sound of tearing lace echoed in the silent room.

Killian's pupils shrank. "You're insane!"

I didn't stop.

I tore at the dress like a madwoman, the scissors slicing through fabric and skin.

Blood seeped out, staining the white gown red.

"Here's your 'Alpha's True Love'!" I screamed, ripping the ruined dress from my body and throwing the scraps in his face.

"Here!" I screamed. "Take your 'True Love' and give it to your precious Vivian!"

"Killian Blackwood, you disgust me! As a wolf, you've trampled on the most basic dignity of a mate!"

I closed my eyes, summoning all the mental strength I had left.

I reached into my mind, found the bond that tied my soul to his... and I tore it to shreds.

"What are you doing? Stop!" Killian seemed to realize my intention. His face went pale, and he lunged to stop me.

Too late.

A wave of agony hit me, but it felt good.

"Goodbye."

I turned and ran out of the shop, leaving him standing there, stunned and speechless, in the middle of the mess.

Then I sent a message to Maya.

[Buy me a ticket for tomorrow morning. I'm not waiting another second.]

————

That night, Killian paced his study, agitated.

Freya had vanished.

He instinctively tried to call her through the Mind-link, to command her to come back and apologize, just like all the other times.

[Killian: Freya, stop this tantrum and get back here.]

But where her presence should have been, there was only a gaping, silent void.

He called again. Freya!

Nothing.

The tether was gone.

Killian's hand tightened around his glass until it shattered, shards digging into his palm.

The woman who had always answered, always obeyed, was silent.

For the first time in five years, he called her name in the darkness of his mind. And there was only silence.