His “Fake”Mating,My Real Rejection
I’d been Albert’s Luna for ten years. Everyone said we were the perfect fated pair.
That day, he held me close and said softly, “Grace, I’ve planned a seven-day trip for you down south. You need to relax.”
I found it strange. Albert was fiercely possessive; I’d never been away from him for more than three days.
It wasn't until I overheard our pup, Leo, asking him, “Dad, are you and Auntie Maria going to be mates? What about Mom?”
Maria. Albert’s childhood sweetheart.
Albert just chuckled. “It’s just for show. Auntie Maria lost her mate. As her Alpha, I have a duty to look after her.”
Then his voice dropped. “Be a good boy, Leo, and keep this a secret. Don’t tell your mom, and I’ll buy you that toy you wanted.”
I heard everything, but I didn’t confront him.
Instead, I called my former mentor, the Director of the Institute for Ancient Lycan Bloodlines. “About your earlier offer… I’m accepting it. I’ll be at the Southern Pack in three days.”
Then, I sent a message to the pack’s Head Elder: “I'm formally rejecting our mate bond.”