After Healing My Scumbag Alpha, I Was Cast Aside

I spent five years of my youth — cutting my own wrists, brewing medicine through sleepless nights — to pull a broken mate who couldn't even speak back from the brink. I turned him into a wolf king worthy of the whole pack's worship. The night he recovered, he looked at me in front of everyone and said: "Darlene, break the mate bond. You don't deserve to be my Luna." All along, his heart had belonged to another woman — the one who abandoned him when he was crippled and hadn't so much as looked at him for five full years. Fine. I took our son — the one he'd never once held — and walked into that deadly forest without looking back. He didn't know that the blood curse I'd spent my life force brewing was the only thing keeping his wolf soul alive. The moment I left, he'd slowly slip back into being that broken, hollow shell of a man. He didn't know that deep inside that forest, waiting for me, was my true fated mate — the most feared wolf king in the North. Months later, when I returned as the most revered Luna, he came after me, his eyes bloodshot, desperate to drag me back. But my four-year-old son pinned him in place with a single sentence: "I have only one father — and that man doe…

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