Breaking the Bond with My Nine-Year Alpha Mate

I spent nine years as Luna, believing love could outlast disappointment. But I was wrong.

"Esther, you should move out of the Luna’s quarters immediately. You’ll be assisting Ariella with her needs from now on.”

That was how Marcus—my mate, my Alpha—introduced the pregnant rogue by his side. The woman glowing with the child I could never give him.

“She’s carrying the heir,” he said, like that made everything okay.

Like it erased the years I stood beside him.

And when he demanded I give her the Lunar Crest—my heirloom, passed down from my mother—I did. I fastened it around her neck with trembling hands.

Then suddenly, it shattered.

“What did you do?!” Marcus roared, his aura slamming into me like a storm.

“I’m sorry,” I choked out.

But before I could breathe again, Ariella cried out, clutching her belly, and all hell broke loose.