Free Wolf, His Regretful Fated Mate

Among wolves, a fated mate is a decree handed down by the Moon Goddess. The day that decree fell on me, I knew a pair of silver-inlaid shackles had just snapped around my wrists. The one thing I had always feared most was being "first." An Alpha might sleep in a gilded den, but that did not mean he slept soundly. I would rather curl up on the border as a deputy sentinel, where no one would ever think twice about me. But those two words—"fated mate"—did not care what I wanted. Then came the night of the Long Night Gathering. My fated mate, Kyle, burned our mate-bond token in front of the entire pack. As flames licked across the silver medallion, he arched a brow, utterly certain of himself. "Once this bond is gone, you'll be lower than a rogue. No pack will dare take you in. Sooner or later, you'll crawl back on your knees and beg me." I stared at the ashes and nearly laughed out loud. What he did not know was that the Silver Moon Council had passed the Severed Chain Accord just one month earlier. When an Alpha severed a bond with his own hand, it was not considered abandonment. It was considered release. The wolf who was released received Free Wolf status, a silver allotment, and…

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