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Chapter 1
Ella's POV
The second I pushed open the door to the private room, I heard my five-year-old son, Noah, making his birthday wish.
"I want Chloe to be my new mommy."
My hand froze on the doorknob. My wolf gave a soft whimper in my chest.
All because Noah said he wanted a silverleaf cake, I had left at three in the morning. I scaled a slick cliff twice and sliced my right hand open on the rocks just to pick the herb. The cut was still bleeding.
And yet, there I stood in the doorway, soaked to the bone and holding my daughter Lily's hand, listening to the room cheer.
"Noah," Chloe said, her voice dripping with honey. "Don't say that. Your mommy is great."
So fake. It was classic Chloe.
"But..." Noah argued, stubborn like only a five-year-old could be. "Mommy can't do anything. She doesn't even have a wolf. Everyone in the pack says she doesn't deserve to be luna. You're way better than her, Chloe."
More blood oozed from my palm. It dripped onto the cake box's white ribbon, leaving a dark stain.
Damien finally spoke, his voice cold and sharp. "That's enough, Noah."
He didn't tell Noah not to talk about me like that. He just said "enough." He was just stopping a scene, not defending his mate.
"Let's go in," I said, pushing past the pain in my chest. I took Lily's hand and opened the door all the way.
The laughter died instantly.
Everyone turned to look.
Damien sat at the head of the table, looking as indifferent as ever. He just frowned a little when he saw my messy state.
Chloe sat next to him. Noah had his arms around her neck. His smile froze the second he saw me.
"Ella, you made it. Why didn't you bring an umbrella?" Chloe smiled, but her eyes were mocking me.
I ignored her.
I walked to the table, put the box down, and opened it.
It was a three-tier silverleaf cream cake. The frosting on top read, "Happy 5th Birthday, Noah & Lily."
I picked up the knife, trying to steady my hand as I cut a slice.
No one saw me shaking.
I slid the plate over to Noah.
"Happy birthday, Noah."
Noah frowned and pushed the plate away. "I don't want this, Mommy. I want the one Chloe brought." He pointed at a bright, colorful cake on the table.
"Noah." Lily spoke up, stepping forward. "Other cakes give you allergies. Mommy made this just for you."
Chloe laughed, looking down at Noah. Her tone was casual. "Lily worries just like your mom. Kids aren't that fragile. Go ahead and eat it, Noah. The cake I bought is perfectly safe."
Noah looked at Chloe, then back at me, pouting. "I just don't like Mommy's food."
That was the final straw.
It snapped without a sound.
I took a soft breath and kept my voice steady. "Noah, Mommy heard your wish. And it's coming true. I won't be your mom anymore."
The room got so quiet you could hear the AC buzzing.
I turned to Damien. His dark green eyes studied me, like he was trying to figure out if I was just throwing a fit.
"I want to break the mating bond," I said. "I'll take Lily, and you can keep Noah."
Damien's fingers paused on his wine glass.
He lowered his voice so only I could hear. "What are you throwing a fit about now?"
I didn't answer. I grabbed Lily's hand and turned around to leave.
"Ella," Damien called out from behind me. "Don't take a kid so seriously."
I didn't look back. "Tomorrow at 3 PM, at the council hall. I'll have the elders there for a formal rejection."
After I said it, my wolf gave a sharp jolt in my chest.
I pushed the door open and walked out.
Just as the door was closing, I heard Chloe and Damien talking.
"Is Ella mad? Is she really going to break the mating bond? Aren't you going to check on her?"
"No need." Damien's voice was low and cold, just stating a fact. "Where is an omega with no pack protection going to go?"
I laughed to myself as hot tears welled up in my eyes.
The hallway was quiet. Moonlight spilled through the big windows onto the floor.
My right hand was still bleeding, but all I could do was squeeze Lily's hand and keep walking in silence.
"Mommy," she finally whispered. "Are we really leaving Noah?"
I stopped at the corner, feeling like all my energy had just drained away.
I looked down. She was staring up at me, her big blue-grey eyes wet with tears. Her curly blonde hair peeked out from under my jacket like a little sun.
"Mommy, are you crying?"
"No," I said, wiping my cheeks. I crouched down and fixed her hair. "It's just rain."
"I'm sorry, Lily. Mommy didn't give you a good birthday today."
"It's okay, Mommy. I already made a secret wish."
"Oh?" I smiled, feeling a little ray of light through the gloom. "Can you tell me what it was?"
"I wished for Mommy to be happy forever!" Lily smiled brightly, her voice loud and clear.
I looked at her, my eyes tearing up again. She was only five, but she already understood how I felt.
I shouldn't be making her share this sadness.
I gave her a tight hug and quickly wiped away my tears.
Just then, a large hand held out a light blue satin handkerchief.
I turned around. It was Nathan Locke.
I didn't know how long he'd been standing there. In the moonlight, his amber eyes watched me.
He wasn't smiling, and his usual teasing look was gone.
I didn't take the handkerchief.
I just gave him an awkward nod, turned around, and led Lily away.
"Breaking the mating bond?" Nathan's voice came from behind. "If you need a lawyer, I'm free."
I didn't answer. I just walked faster and left.
Chapter 2
Ella's POV
In the middle of the night, a call from Linda woke me up.
"Luna Ella..." Linda said cautiously. "Noah... had an allergic reaction. He broke out in a rash all over. It must have been Chloe's cake. The pack doctor just finished treating him..."
Noah was prone to allergies, so I always personally checked his food.
"How is he now?" My fingers tightened around the phone.
"The rash went down, and he just fell asleep. Alpha Damien was asking where the medicine cabinet is..."
"The medicine cabinet is the second door on the right in the nursery. The passcode is Lily and Noah's birthday," I said. "The blue label on the left side of the second shelf is specifically for mild wolfsbane allergies."
I hung up and stared at the ceiling, letting out a sigh. "Damien will handle it."
Then, I forced myself to go back to sleep.
At 7:03 in the morning, the phone rang again. It was Linda.
Lily was still asleep in my arms, her little face rubbing against my chest.
I gently moved her hand away from my collar and answered it.
"Luna Ella..." Linda sounded even more panicked than before. "Alpha Damien wants Scotch eggs. I don't know how to make them. Could you teach me?"
Scotch eggs.
Damien liked the outside golden and crispy, the meat wrapped tightly, and the yolk just set but not completely hard.
He hated runny yolks but thought fully cooked ones were too dry, so I always had to get the oil temperature and timing exactly right. And I had to sneak some crushed rosemary into the meat mix without him knowing.
He thought he hated rosemary, but the one time I didn't add it, he only took one bite.
"I'll text you the steps."
"Okay, okay, thank you, Luna..." Linda hesitated, carefully adding, "Luna Ella, when are you coming back to the packhouse? Noah was crying all night..."
My fingers gripped the blanket. "Linda, I'm not coming back."
The other end of the line went dead silent.
"Don't call me about packhouse stuff anymore. I'll put together a list of Noah's allergies and his medications and send it to you."
"Luna..."
I hung up.
The screen went dark, reflecting my own face. I had dark circles under my eyes. I hadn't slept well at all.
Lily rolled over beside me, mumbling in her sleep, "Mommy... don't answer the phone..."
I flipped my phone face down on the nightstand, lay back down, and pulled her into my arms.
She was warm, like a little heater.
I closed my eyes.
The last thing that flashed through my mind was the dining table at the packhouse.
Every day, I used to get up at five in the morning to make breakfast for everyone and even prep their toiletries.
Seven years. Over 2,500 days.
And no one ever said "thank you."
"Then I'm done doing it."
Lily's little hand reached out and grabbed my collar again.
I soothed her and let her sleep a bit longer.
I got up and emailed all the elders, telling them I had an important matter and inviting them to the council hall at 3 PM to bear witness. I also sent it to the old lady, Margaret.
Margaret replied instantly, "What the hell are you playing at?"
I didn't answer. I just sat in the living room at Cedarhill Residences, putting together the notes for Linda.
A while later, my phone buzzed again.
It was from Damien: "Suit yourself. Don't waste the elders' time."
I stared at those words for a long time.
Yeah. I wasn't worth it. I wasn't worth his time, and I wasn't worth the elders' time either.
My wolf whimpered. I realized that after all the pain, there was nothing left inside but a wasteland.
I put the phone down.
On the desk was a drawing Lily had done last night. It showed two people holding hands next to a crooked house, with a giant sun on the roof.
Noah wasn't in it, and neither was her dad.
Lily had said, "Mommy, this is me, this is you, and this is our new home!"
I picked up the drawing and stuck it to the fridge door with a magnet.
I turned to look at the full-length mirror by the entryway. The face staring back at me was still beautiful, maybe even more mature and poised than seven years ago.
But when did the light in those eyes go out?
I stared at myself for a long time, suddenly realizing that it wasn't gone. It was just buried so deep that even I had almost forgotten about it.
My eyes dropped to the silver band on my wrist.
Seven years ago, the pack doctor said my wolf form was "abnormal and unstable." Margaret was worried that at pack gatherings, with so many alphas around, I wouldn't be able to stop my tail from popping out. She said it would "disgrace the Blackwood name." Damien had stayed completely silent, not saying a word to defend me.
So, I let them seal it.
That silver band had clamped my wrist for seven years, wearing a faint ring into my skin. Engraved on the inside were the words, "Silence is glory." I used to treat that as a virtue, as my duty as a wife.
Keep my mouth shut, keep my head down, endure, and sacrifice. I thought that was glory.
But you can't earn glory on your knees. You have to stand up and earn it the right way.
When I said "I'm not coming back" earlier, I felt more sure of myself than ever before.
My eyes darkened as I gently slipped the band off my wrist.
Instantly, my wrist felt light, like a boulder I'd carried for seven years had finally dropped.
Then, I felt something waking up inside me. It was my wolf.
A she-wolf who had been hiding in the dark for way too long finally opened her golden eyes.
An aura suppressed for seven years seeped from my bones. It was crisp and sharp, like the first frost of winter. The woman in the mirror changed. Not her looks, but the cloudy, submissive vibe around her face was gone, revealing eyes that were calm and resolute.
I took a deep breath and looked at myself again.
This time, I didn't see "the alpha's luna." I didn't see "the lady of the packhouse" or "someone's property."
I just saw me. Ella.
My wolf let out a low rumble in my chest, as if saying, "I'm back."
Chapter 3
Ella's POV
Linda called again while I was frying an egg for Lily.
"Luna Ella," Linda said, her voice careful. "Alpha Damien told me to ask... did Lily leave a sketchbook at the packhouse?"
Lily loved to draw and had plenty of sketchbooks, but there wasn't a specific one she needed right now.
"Lily didn't leave anything behind."
Linda lowered her voice even more. "Luna, what Alpha Damien means is... do you want to come back and look for it? He said he can wait for you."
I almost laughed out loud.
Damien Gray was giving me an out. Just like every other time over the last seven years, he never apologized and never explained. He just made up an excuse and waited for me to walk back on my own.
But now, everything was different.
I looked down at my bare wrist. My voice was soft but absolutely firm. "Linda, he doesn't need to wait. I'm not going back."
There was a few seconds of silence on the line, followed by the click of her hanging up.
I put the phone face down on the counter.
I made Lily a ham and egg sandwich and a bowl of creamy pumpkin soup.
"Wow! Pumpkin soup!"
I ladled out a bowl, blew on it to cool it down, and set it in front of her.
She held the bowl with both hands, taking small sips. Her eyes crinkled into little crescents as she smiled.
Looking at her face, my chest felt warm.
Then, another memory crashed into my mind. The long table at the Blackwood packhouse. Margaret sitting at the head, her mouth pulling down in a sneer when she saw the pumpkin soup I served. "What is this? Food for an omega?"
Noah, sitting right next to her, looked at his grandmother and pushed his bowl away.
"Mommy's food is so embarrassing."
A five-year-old kid, copying the adults. Using their tone and their disdain.
I never made pumpkin soup for the kids again after that day.
Lily took another spoonful, blew on it, and suddenly looked up. "Mommy, do we only get to eat what we want if we leave that house?"
"From now on, we can eat whatever we want. We don't have to worry about anyone else's mood."
Lily nodded hard and went back to eating, her spoon clinking cheerfully against the rim of the bowl.
At the gates of Moonridge Academy, I could recognize that black town car with my eyes closed.
It was the Blackwoods' car. The body was polished to a mirror shine, the family crest engraved on the hubcaps. It was parked in the most obvious spot, planted there like a flag.
The door opened, and Noah jumped out.
His dark hair was a bit messy, and his collar was crooked, but his eyes were bright.
He was clutching a silver wolf badge in his hand. It was beautifully crafted, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
He walked straight up to Lily.
"Look." He held the badge right up to Lily's face, his chin tipped high. "Chloe bought it for me. It's limited edition. There are only three in the whole city."
Lily stood beside me, gripping her backpack straps, staying quiet.
"I have a new mommy," Noah said loudly, making sure everyone around could hear. "She's a hundred times better than your mommy."
My nails dug into my palms.
My wolf let out a quiet, raspy huff, swallowing down a low growl that was fighting to rip out of my throat.
Lily reached out to touch the badge, but Noah yanked his hand back. He took a step away, glaring down at her.
"Don't touch it. You don't even have a pack, you little rogue."
I took a half-step forward, but Lily spoke first.
"You're going to lose Mommy like this."
Noah's face froze for a second. Then he sneered. A five-year-old's sneer, sharp as a knife.
"I'm the one who didn't want her."
He turned and ran into the school yard without looking back.
Lily stood there, her fists clenched and her whole body shaking. I crouched down to hug her, but she shook her head. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Hold it in, Lily. Hold it in."
My heart twisted into a tight knot.
A five-year-old shouldn't be saying things like that. Not what Noah said, and not what Lily said either.
I fixed her backpack straps and gently touched her cheek. She bit her lip, gave me a small smile, and turned to walk through the gates. Her back was tiny, but her spine was perfectly straight.
I stood there watching until she disappeared down the hallway, then turned and got into my car.
Damien usually walked into his office around eleven-thirty.
I knew his schedule by heart. For seven years, there was always a three-tier lunchbox waiting on his desk. I made every single meal myself.
Not anymore.
But at noon, I got a call from Lucas. He sounded nervous. "Luna Ella, Alpha Damien said the beef today is a little tough. He asked if next time you could..."
I froze for a second. When I realized what was happening, I cut him off.
"Lucas, I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't make a lunchbox today, and I won't be making them ever again."
I hung up immediately.
The lunchbox? Maybe Chloe made it. Who knows. I didn't care anymore.
At two in the afternoon, I stood on the stone steps of the council hall.
The stone walls were covered in ivy, and the heavy doors were made of dark oak with moon phases carved into the frame. The last time I was here was the day Damien and I finalized our mating bond.
I took out my phone and dialed his number.
First call, declined.
Second call, declined.
Third call, declined.
He didn't take personal calls during work hours. That was his rule. The time Noah had a forty-degree fever, I called six times, and he didn't pick up once. The time Lily cracked her forehead open at kindergarten, I called four times, and he just texted back, "Find the pack doctor."
I followed that rule for seven years.
Today was the last time.
He picked up on the fourth try. His first words sounded like a warning, "You know my rules."
I cut him off.
"I'm already at the council hall. When are you getting here?"
There was a long silence on the line.
I heard the sound of a chair pushing back. His breathing grew heavy.
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
"I'm breaking our mating bond. Margaret and the elders are arriving at three."
Another stretch of silence. Then his voice dropped low, carrying something I'd never heard from him before. It wasn't anger; it was an out-of-control kind of confusion.
"Ella, stop throwing that around. Come back, we..."
"There is no 'we' anymore, Damien."
The wind blew across the stone steps, tossing my hair. The sun was shining bright, and the ivy rustled gently.
"I just want to go back to being Ella Winters."
"You're an omega..."
"Damien, if that's your reason for looking down on me, then save it."
The other end of the line went quiet.
My voice was calm—so calm it even surprised me.
"Everyone is going to be there. Please honor your word."
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