The Night My Alpha Stopped Looking for Me

“I wish to dissolve my bond with Alpha Thorne,” I told the elder, my tone calm though my heart felt like it was splintering. “And I intend to resign as Luna of the Moonveil Pack.”

His eyes softened with concern, silently pleading for me to reconsider. But there was nothing to rethink—my decision was final. There was nothing left worth saving.

Three weeks earlier, I had been taken by our rival pack. They contacted Thorne again and again, demanding he come for me. He never did. No calls. No rescue. Just silence. When they grew bored, they threw me into a den of rogues like discarded prey.