To Sever an Alpha's Soul

For seven years, I thought my boyfriend, Titus, was just an ordinary werewolf historian.

I kept it a secret from everyone and flew nearly two thousand miles to the Thorne Group's annual gala, wanting to give him a surprise.

But there he was on the giant screen: not just the Alpha CEO of the group, but standing beside his Luna, who was being honored as the "Charity Ambassador of the Year."

What was worse...

The Luna, an elegant woman named Evangeline, picked up the microphone amidst thunderous applause.

Smiling, she made an announcement.

She and Titus were expecting their first child.

The camera zoomed in for a close-up on Titus.

He wore a gentle smile I had never seen before: the smile of an Alpha.

It was the tender, self-satisfied smile of a powerful man.

That was the man I had loved for seven years.

And just a few days ago, he had been kissing my photo during a video call, telling me in that familiar, deep voice,

"Rowan, you are my only moonlight."

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I stumbled back, right into a server's tray.

The sharp crack of shattering champagne flutes drew stares from the surrounding crowd.

The Luna, Evangeline, ended her call and glided toward me, a perfect smile plastered on her face.

"Oh my, how clumsy."

The head of security immediately stepped forward and murmured to Evangeline, "She says she's here to see the Alpha, Luna."

"Oh?" Evangeline arched a delicate eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over me. "A friend of Titus, are you?"

My throat felt like sandpaper; when I opened my mouth, no sound came out.

She offered me her arm. The gesture was friendly, but her grip was firm, her intent undeniable. "Why don't we wait for him in my private lounge? Titus is always so busy with the group's affairs."

As she led me away, she chattered on about how her child with Titus would solidify the alliance between their two great packs.

Every word was like a precise dagger.

The lounge door swung open, and Titus strode in.

He wore a bespoke suit that did little to contain his powerful, oppressive Alpha aura. His expression was cold, transforming him into a stranger.

Then he saw me.

A flicker of panic—so quick I almost missed it—flashed in his eyes before being replaced by icy restraint.

Evangeline greeted him with a smile. "Titus, I've been waiting for you." She glanced back at me and asked with feigned curiosity, "And who is this?"

Titus instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist. His voice was cold, devoid of any warmth.

"A researcher from a minor pack. Unimportant."

He turned to his Beta. "Jett, see that she's taken care of."

Then, with a gentle hand on Evangeline's waist, he guided her toward the main celebration.

I stared at his back in disbelief.

He didn't spare me another glance, didn't offer me any explanation.

Just as the lounge door was about to close, I heard Titus's voice drift back to me:

"Just someone insignificant. Nothing is more important than you and our future."

The door clicked shut, and with it, seven years of trust shattered.