Forgotten Vows Under the Moon

"I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years.But not at me.At her.My cousin, Isla. His first love.She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother.They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt.I was never meant to be here.I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me.To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders.He never touched me unless required.He never looked at me like I was his Luna.In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter.And I knew. I had played my part long enough.So I turned away.It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine.But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke.Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw."Please," he whispered, "don't leave me."Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands."Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go.""