In a world ruled by dominance and hierarchy, she was once the "marked" mate—now, she's the one rewriting the rules. Cecelia, former commander of the Shadowfang Force, was the sharpest blade among werewolves. For the sake of her mate bond, she gave Whitefang Pack everything—her brilliance, her strength, even her primal instincts. But when betrayal came from those who called themselves "family," she ripped off the mate chain with her own hands and severed the link. She was never a sacrifice. She was the hunter. Now that she's returned in full force, no one in the werewolf world dares to speak her name with scorn. On the battlefield and within the alliance, her presence is a name of power once more. And Chase finally understands—some Omegas don't belong to any Alpha. He didn't just lose a mate. He lost the one wolf he could never chain—the one who was born free.

Chapter 1 Fall from Grace Cecelia Quinn's POV

I was only here to deliver a project proposal. But I saw it with my own eyes—Chase Goodman personally fastening that necklace, the one with the blood-red gemstone, around Claudia Saunder’s neck. My steps faltered. I could barely catch the scent of the pheromones in the air. That necklace... I knew it too well. It was the only thing I had ever asked him for. At the Shadowmoon Pack charity auction, I had begged him to buy it for me. In our mate bond, I had never asked him for anything. Just that once—I begged. Because it was my mother’s keepsake—the only thing left to me by the battlefield medic who once used her body and blood to rescue over a hundred orphans on the frontlines. In that moment, my mental link nearly destabilized. I instinctively suppressed my scent, forcing myself to keep it together. “Well, look at her. Frozen already? I told you, Omegas have no class. One necklace and she’s stunned stupid.” Jacob, the Beta beside Chase, sneered, his eyes brimming with superiority. I ignored him. I stepped forward silently across the carpet, stopping right in front of Claudia. I reached out to take the necklace back. The next moment, my wrist was caught in a firm grip. Chase’s palm was solid, the strength of an Alpha behind it, his fingers like steel. “I gave that to Claudia. It’s hers now.” I kept my voice steady, but the fury underneath was sharp. “You promised me. That necklace is mine.” He frowned, his face tight with irritation. “Don’t be childish. It’s a gift—for her promotion to Vice Captain of Silverwing Team.”

Childish?

I felt a chill crawl across my chest, like something inside me was starting to freeze over. “What if I insist?” Jacob let out a laugh. “Told you. She’s not worthy. An Omega like her standing next to you? You’re a once-in-a-century Alpha from Whitefang Pack, and she’s just some bottom-tier Omega from a backwater outpost.” Hardly anyone knew about our formal mate bond. But everyone knew Claudia was the one Chase had always held close to his heart. Claudia’s gaze was flat. Her voice was flatter. “It’s just a necklace. I don’t care for it.” She pulled it off and tossed it to the floor like trash. My mother’s keepsake landed cold and silent on the ground. My eyes burned, and my pheromones slipped out of control. A faint scent of bitter camphor filled the air—the signature of my grief. I crouched down slowly and picked up the necklace. The metal was ice-cold, stinging my palm. Claudia looked down at me with pride in her voice. “A real Luna should chase power and wisdom, not cling to some rotting memory.” Jacob snorted. “What power does she have? What wisdom? She’s just a rootless, homeless Omega. If Chase hadn’t given her food and an identity badge, she’d be a rogue wandering the borderlands by now.” And my mate—Chase—stood there, silent. He didn’t say a single word in my defense. I stood up, my eyes sharp as they landed on Claudia. “If you truly didn’t care, then why accept a necklace worth millions from a married Alpha?” Claudia huffed. “We’re just friends. It was a token of friendship.”“Really?” I sneered. “Jacob’s your friend too. Has he ever given you a million-dollar ‘token of friendship’?” That shut her up. Jacob’s face stiffened. “Enough.” Chase’s voice was cold. “It’s just a necklace. Is this really worth such drama?” I clenched the necklace tighter. It wasn’t just jewelry— It was a miracle bought with blood and belief. My mother’s last gift to me. I took a deep breath, calming the mental tremor still rippling through me. Right before I came here, I’d gotten word from the envoy—the urns carrying my parents’ ashes had left Saint Empire. They would arrive in Whitefang territory tomorrow. I looked at him, my voice hoarse, almost begging. “Forget the necklace. Tomorrow’s the day my parents come home. I want you to go with me to receive them.” Their biggest wish had been for me to find a place where I belonged. If they could see me welcome them home with my mate by my side—even in death—they’d be at peace. He hesitated. Yes, he knew my parents died in a foreign war, but he never truly understood what losing them meant to me. Claudia’s expression dimmed. Jacob let out a mocking laugh. “Can’t you come up with a better excuse? You’re seriously dragging the dead into this just to get Chase to spend time with you?” I didn’t respond. I kept my eyes on Chase. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, then finally nodded. “Fine. I’ll go.” I said nothing more and turned to leave the main hall. But before I reached the doors, Jacob’s voice rang out behind me. “You’re really going with her?”“She’s my legal mate,” Chase replied softly. “It’s my duty.”“She’s just an Omega orphan. What’s there to be so sentimental about?”“Orphan.” The word stabbed straight into my chest. I looked down at the necklace in my hand. It still seemed to carry my mother’s warmth. “Dad… Mom… I’ll bring you home myself tomorrow.” The next morning, the sun rose over Whitefang. The wind howled like blades. I waited at the agreed time for what felt like forever. But Chase never showed. Anxiousness crept up in my chest. I called his Communication Tablet. His voice came through—low and annoyed. “Claudia’s mom caught a cold. I’m taking her to Saint Hospital.”“Chase, come quick! Mom’s coughing again!” Claudia’s soft voice pierced through the comms. “I’m coming,” he replied, his voice so gentle it barely sounded like him. The line cut. I stood frozen, like I’d fallen into an icy lake. I could barely stay in wolf form.

I was willing to die for you, to bleed for your pack. But I wasn’t worth one morning to help welcome my war-dead parents home?

I didn’t wait any longer. I turned and headed straight for the Shadowfang Force base. That was the place I had fought for six years—the place I’d vowed to protect with my life. As I stood before the towering iron gates of the battalion, the soldiers guarding them stiffened to attention. I stepped out of the vehicle, standing tall. Even after two years of retirement, my presence still felt like battle.

Even if I were alone, I would bring my parents home with honor.

“Former Shadowfang Force Special Ops Unit Member—Cecelia, here to receive the ashes of warriors Sam Quinn and Gloria Moore!” My voice rang through the air, sharp as a blade. The massive gates creaked open.

Chapter 2 The Line Crossed Cecelia's POV

The wind howled like blades. Iron hooves pounded the ground like thunder. I stood before the gates of Shadowfang Force, my gaze cold and unwavering. A sudden whoosh broke the silence. Two rows of warriors emerged from the main gate, dressed in black-and-red ceremonial gear. They marched in perfect unison, silent and solemn. Each raised a fist high in salute—the battalion's highest ritual of honor, the Warrior’s Homecoming Rite. Heavy footsteps echoed from deep within the hall. It was John Paul, former commander of Shadowfang Force, the man I once called "Mr. Paul" as a child. He came forward personally, carrying a sandalwood box draped in blood-red silk, embroidered with the Shadowfang crest. That color—burning like blood—pierced straight through my chest. It was the color I knew too well. The color of my parents’ battle robes, their legacy, the faith they left etched into my bones. John's voice was low and steady. “Their remains were indistinguishable in the ruins. With the envoy’s consent, they were buried together here.” I clenched my jaw. My eyes burned, but I didn’t cry. “Good. They fought side by side in life. Let them rest together in death.” John nodded, then raised the urn high and bellowed like a war drum. “Warriors of Shadowfang—Sam and Gloria—return now to your bloodline. Your souls live on. Your legacy will not perish!” The two rows of soldiers shouted in unison. The force of their voices shook the air. I stepped forward and received the urn. It was so heavy I nearly couldn’t hold it. But for the first time in years, I felt truly at peace. They were finally home. After the ceremony, John lowered his voice. “Where’s your husband? Chase is your mate, isn’t he?” I lowered my eyes and masked my scent. My voice was calm. “He couldn’t make it.” John’s brow furrowed. A flicker of anger flashed in his eyes. He’d watched me grow up—he knew my pride, my backbone. He gave my shoulder a firm pat. “If Whitefang can’t hold you anymore, Shadowfang will always be open to you.” I nodded and murmured, “Thank you, Mr. Paul.” I placed the urn on the passenger seat, gently brushed the lid, and whispered, “Dad… Mom… I’m bringing you home.” Moon Peaks, Western Whitefang Territory The moment I stepped into the villa, my pheromones instinctively pulled back. The air was thick with tension, practically smoking. “Claudia’s back now. She’s Vice Captain of the Silverwing Team and might be the next Luna of the Silverwing! You need to end your bond with Cecelia and marry her!” Mary’s voice was sharp, frantic. “Claudia and I are just friends,” Chase replied quietly. “Friends? Please. Everyone knows she’s the one you’ve always liked,” Jane Goodman snapped. I stood at the threshold, holding my parents’ ashes, listening. The chill in my chest spread deeper. I’d given everything to this family—helped him build his unit, protected his mother, endured his family’s rules… But now all they cared about was who deserved to be Luna. Jane turned and saw me, her voice instantly shrill. “You were eavesdropping?!” I walked into the hall, my voice as cold as frost. “I didn’t hide. I didn’t sneak. How is that eavesdropping?”“Then you heard it loud and clear—end your bond with my brother and stop standing in Claudia’s way!” she snapped. “Enough,” Chase barked, frowning. But I didn’t look at them. I only looked at him. And at last, his eyes dropped to the urn in my arms. “You… you brought them home?” he asked, his voice softer now. “Yes,” I answered calmly. “My parents are home.” He paused for a few seconds before mumbling, “I was going to go with you, like I promised. It’s just… Claudia’s mom caught a cold, and I…”“What?!” Mary shrieked, cutting him off. She stormed over, glaring at the urn in my arms like it was poisonous. “How dare you bring that disgusting thing into my house?!”

Disgusting?

My fingers tightened slightly. My eyes went cold. “They died for the pack. They’re my parents.” My voice was flat, but the wolf in me had begun to snarl. “I don’t care who they are! You can’t bring the dead into my house! Take it out now!” she shrieked. “This is my house too,” I replied coolly. “Chase and I signed for it together as mates. I’m not going anywhere.”“Together? Did you even pay a cent? This place is all my brother’s property!” Jane shouted. “Are you trying to use a pile of ashes to curse my mother?!” Chase’s face twisted awkwardly. He looked at me, voice strained. “Just… place the urn somewhere else for now. When the time’s right—” I cut him off. “So you think my parents are bad luck, too?” I stared at him. My voice was ice. He didn’t answer.

Silence… was the answer.

I drew a slow breath and said calmly. “For two years, I’ve stood beside you while you conquered and expanded. When your mother was going blind, I pulled strings from my old alliances to summon a seer from the Saint Pack to save her eyes. But now that my parents died in a foreign land, and all I ask is a moment’s peace to bring them home, you call them unlucky?” Each word was hammered like iron. “You once said I was your family. When, exactly, did my parents stop being ‘next of kin’?” The room froze in place. Suddenly, Mary lunged at me, eyes blazing. She slapped me hard. “You think you can bring foreign remains into the Whitefang household? Dream on!” My face burned red. She reached for the urn. “Don’t you touch them—!” A roar tore from my throat, primal and deafening. In that instant, the wolf inside me—silent for years—awoke. And then—The sound exploded through the air, a soul-deep growl of ancient bloodline. Not just a voice, but a pureblood wolf’s howl—one that made Alphas freeze and Betas drop to their knees. The entire room fell silent. And I knew— The dormant power in my blood… Had finally awakened.

Chapter 3 The Rift Chase’s POV

I was supposed to be at Shadowfang Force for the homecoming ritual. But instead, I was sitting in the waiting area of Saint Hospital, breathing in the scent of antiseptic, holding the cup of warm tea Claudia had just handed me. “My mom starts coughing and can’t stop. I just feel better with you here,” she said softly, her fingers brushing lightly against mine. I nodded but didn’t reply. On the other end of the bond I had suppressed for two years, something tore. Cecelia’s emotions surged, sharp enough to drag my own nerves into the storm of her pheromones. I instinctively rubbed my brow and muttered a curse. I knew today was the day she’d be bringing her parents’ ashes back to Whitefang. I had promised to go with her. But when Claudia looked at me, teary-eyed, telling me her mother had a fever and couldn’t keep down her medicine, I had—almost automatically—chosen to stay. “Chase, my mom’s really not doing well. Can you get us priority access? I don’t want her to wait in line…” I nodded, issued the command to the medical guards, and headed for the physician’s office. But that pressure in the bond only intensified. When an Omega reaches an emotional peak, their psychic waves spike, especially when the mate bond hasn’t been fully severed. Those waves feed back directly into the Alpha’s neural system. I knew exactly what this meant.

Had something happened to her?

Or… I shook the thought out of my head. By the time I returned home, night had fallen. Moon Peaks Manor was quiet, as usual. But just as I stepped through the front door, I heard Mom and Jane arguing in the living room. “Claudia is the next Luna of the Silverwing! She’s the only one worthy of standing beside my brother! Cecelia is nothing—just a placeholder Omega!” My head throbbed. “What are you two talking about?” I said sharply, stepping into the room. Cecelia was standing there. Back straight. Still. Silent. She held a dark sandalwood urn wrapped in red silk. My heart sank. “You… already brought them back?” I asked. She nodded. “They’re home.” My throat tightened. “I’m sorry, Cecelia. I really meant to go with you. It’s just… Claudia’s mom suddenly got a high fever, and I…”“You brought dead people into this house?!” my mother suddenly shrieked. She stormed over, eyes fixed on the urn like it was cursed. “Are you trying to kill me with stress? Bringing something like that into our home?!”“Mom, that’s enough—” I started, frowning. But she wouldn’t hear it. Cecelia didn’t move. Her grip on that urn didn’t loosen an inch. I knew what it was. Her only blood relatives. Her pride. Her sacrifice. “This is her home too,” I said quietly. “Her?!” my mother shrieked again. “She doesn’t belong here! You bought this house. What right does she have?” Cecelia looked at me. That one look chilled me to the bone. She asked, “You think my parents are bad luck, too?” I couldn’t answer. The words wouldn’t come. Not because I actually thought they were bad luck, but because I was trying to keep things “calm” for everyone. I wanted to soothe her without upsetting my mother. But I forgot—Omegas are hypersensitive to an Alpha’s hesitation, especially when the bond isn’t broken. She started listing everything she had done for me. And I felt guilty. But I couldn’t deny any of it. Her gaze was like a blade, slicing into my ribs. “You said I was your family. So when did my parents ever stop being worthy of being called ‘next of kin’?” I tried to speak. But before I could say a word, my mother slapped her hard across the face, then reached for the urn. “Don’t touch her!” I shouted, rushing forward. But it was too late. Cecelia let out a low growl—no, not a human sound. It was the voice of a wolf. Deep, thunderous, pulsing with raw bloodline dominance. A true wolf’s roar. Silence dropped like a guillotine. Jane froze. My mother stepped back, pale as a sheet. And I stood there, stunned. I caught her scent in that instant—not the gentle aura of an Omega, but… The commanding scent of pure blood. She… was awakening? My knuckles trembled. Not with fear, but with something else. Mate instinct. My wolf recognized the shift in her. That awakening. Her blood was reawakening something buried deep inside me—something I had sealed, suppressed, tried to erase. And now… It was all flooding back.

Chapter 4 The Final Straw Cecelia's POV

I slapped Mary’s hand away, shielding the urn as I ducked and spun, letting it fall safely into my arms. Not even a tremor. “That’s the remains of my parents,” I growled, my voice cracking from the force in my chest, laced with the primal edge of an awakening wolf’s howl. “How dare you lay a hand on it?!” But Mary lunged like a madwoman. “You’re still protecting that cursed thing? This is my son’s house—this is Whitefang Pack territory! You’re nothing but a low-born Omega from some backwater tribe. Who gave you the right to house foreign remains in our land?!” Her shrieking was like claws raking down my ears. “I’ll destroy it right now!” she screamed. “Let those ‘glorious dead’ of yours watch their uncivilized daughter curse her mate’s home!” My fingertips trembled slightly. It wasn’t fear. It was the calm detonation of a fury pushed to its breaking point. I looked her straight in the eye and spoke, every word clear and deliberate. “You don’t have to acknowledge me. But you have no right to desecrate the remains of warriors. They’re not bones. They’re soldiers.” That’s when Chase finally opened his mouth. His Alpha aura pressed faintly against me, but it carried no warmth. No emotion at all. “Cecelia, take the remains out for now,” he said. “My mother just got back from Saint Hospital. She’s not stable. I don’t want her any more agitated. If something happens to her, I won’t forgive you.” For a second, I didn’t even understand the words coming out of his mouth. I thought I was hearing reason, composure, and responsibility. But deep in my bones, my Omega instincts picked up the truth, contempt. Disregard. That was the moment our bond began to unravel. I stood there, holding the urn, stripped from his world. “You’re still not leaving?” His brow furrowed with cold steel. “Do you want me to force you out?” That was when my heart truly turned to ash. I looked down at the urn that held my parents’ remains. My eyes burned, but no tears came. Mom. Dad. I really did marry the wrong man. Two years ago, he stood on the Clanstone and swore to me. “By blood, I vow. In this life, you are my only mate. No other woman will ever cross this threshold.” Back then, his eyes were clear—his bones radiated idealism. He went with me to offer rites, stayed up all night in vigil, used his own clawprint to bless your shrine. I believed he would protect me—and the flame that kept our family’s spirit alive. But today, I learned something else,

promises from an Alpha, are as light as dust

. Did you know? He couldn’t even get citizenship in Whitefang. I used the death benefits from your sacrifice to make the donation required for his ID badge. Now he holds power in the Engineering Division, finally tasting achievement—and yet he wouldn’t even let your ashes rest for a single night in peace. If your spirits can see me now—see what I gave up to stand by him, what I endured—would you still forgive me? I held my breath, gathered the urn, and turned away. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll go.” In that moment, something stirred. A breath of wolfish instinct in the air. I knew it—my bloodline was waking again, stirred by sorrow and rage. My spine straightened. My steps were silent. I wasn’t fleeing. I was retreating. Shadowmoon Valley lay beneath a sky of rain and mist. The mourning bell tolled three times. With the guidance of the elders, I placed the urn on the altar and gently laid my fingers across the red-lined clan banner. It was the highest burial sigil our people offered. Crimson runes to guide the soul home, to shelter it beneath the moon. I bowed low, my forehead pressed to the cold stone floor. One thought filled my heart. I will find you a grave that truly belongs to you. Even if I stand alone. When I stepped outside, rain falling on my umbrella, I overheard a few guards murmuring at the valley gate. “Who’s the funeral for today? Never seen so many armored escorts at once.”“You don’t know? It’s the old Alpha of Shadowmoon Pack—Blanc. He passed.”“Isn’t his son that psycho Alpha? James or something?” My heart skipped. No wonder the gate was so heavily guarded. As I stepped out, I saw a convoy of black-gold escort vehicles lined up along the ridge. One of the car doors opened, and a tall figure stepped out. He held a black umbrella. His face was hidden beneath it, just a sharp, chiseled jaw and tight, unsmiling lips visible. The wind stopped. He looked up. Those eyes—pure Alpha eyes—were utterly still. Like a dead lake buried beneath northern permafrost. Lifeless. Terrifying. The gland at the back of my neck tightened under his gaze. Every instinct in me screamed, danger. I stepped back, almost involuntarily. As we passed each other, my palms were already slick with cold sweat. So this was James… the Mad Dog of the North… the Blade of the Wastelands. But before I could gather my thoughts, my Communication Tablet vibrated. Chase: "My mother and Jane have gone upstairs. Once the remains are taken care of, come back. We need to talk." I stared at the message. Said nothing. That night, back at the Whitefang villa— When I returned, he was sitting in the living room. Waiting. “Did you get everything settled?” he asked as he stood. “Yes.”“About earlier… my mother’s old, and superstitious. Don’t take it to heart. I’ll make it up to you.” He stepped forward, trying to hold me. But I just looked at him. Was his embrace ever warm? I didn’t know. But I remembered— When my parents’ remains came home from foreign soil, you weren’t there. I pushed him away. My voice came out cold—so cold, even I barely recognized it. “Chase. Let’s terminate the mate bond.”

Chapter 5 No Turning Back Chase’s POV

Terminate the bond? My brow furrowed, and my voice came out low and cold, as if this was nothing more than a trivial matter. “You want to terminate the bond just because you were stopped from bringing your parents’ remains into our home?” To me, it was just a compromise under the pack rules. But to her, it had become the final straw. Her eyes were as cold as ice, like she had already given up. “It’s not just that. There’s also the matter of Silverwing Team’s vice captain, Claudia. If we end the mate bond, you can form a new one with her.” I almost laughed. “I told you, Claudia is just a friend,” I cut her off, annoyed, my voice firm and absolute. But I knew—she didn’t believe me. I could feel the blade in her gaze, stabbing through my skin like ice picks. Over the past two years, our bond had become nothing more than a hollow connection. She was tired. Her voice was calm, but it made my heart ache. “I don’t want to live like this anymore.” A wave of panic and helplessness surged up inside me.

Was she really going to vanish from my life?

I lowered my voice, almost pleading. “If it’s the future you’re worried about… we can have a child.” Even I was stunned by what I had just said. In two years, I had never truly gotten close to her. We shared a bed but lived as strangers—like two wolves walking side by side, distant and cold. “It’s been two years. We should have a child of our own.” I gently leaned in, my voice low and deep against her cheek. But all I could feel was her bitterness… and mockery. She had once longed for a child. And I had always answered with silence. She shoved me away, eyes like frost. “You’re disgusting, Chase.” I tried to stay calm. “I promised I’d never mistreat you. What you said just now—I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it. If you’re not ready for a child, we can wait.”“I will never have a child with you!” she snapped. My Communication Tablet vibrated. Claudia’s calm, composed voice came through. “…I’m coming over now.” I hung up and turned to her. “I have to go out. Cool off.” My black combat bike rolled slowly into the distance. Off again—to see that Silverwing Beta.

Every time I left, it was another betrayal.

Back then, she signed the bond without hesitation, just because I said, “I won’t mistreat you.” Now, her heart had turned to ash.

This bond… was destined to break.

Cecelia’s POV

I had just started drafting the termination agreement when my mother-in-law called. “I’ll give you a hundred million silver coins—just get out of my son’s life!” Her voice was sharp as blades. I didn’t hesitate. “Deal.” She froze, suspicious. “You really agree to it?”“One hundred million. I’ll end it right now.” My heart had turned to stone. That money could save so many wounded soldiers’ lives. She quickly handed over the scroll. Chase’s sigil was already stamped on it. I pressed my spirit mark without hesitation. “The elder council will witness the termination ceremony in a month. No backing out,” she warned. I sneered. Why would I back out? That afternoon, I went shopping with Veron. When she heard the news, Veron clapped with delight. “Finally! You should’ve done this ages ago. The whole pack’s been talking—Chase and Claudia are obviously involved. Everyone knows he’s cheating, just too much of a coward to admit it.” I replied coolly, “I don’t care what happens between them after the termination.” She asked, “When will you take your parents’ remains back to Shadowfang for proper burial?”“After the termination is official. In a month.” That evening, we chose a street-side restaurant for dinner. As soon as we sat down, I heard whispers from the next table, snide laughter, and familiar names. “When are Chase and Claudia going to seal the bond? We should throw a party when it happens.”“Claudia graduated from Yale. She’s the first female pilot in Silverwing Team. Total legend.” They even brought up my name, mocking me with every word. Veron clenched her silver knife and fork, rage in her eyes. I grabbed her hand and calmly walked over to their table. My voice was low, steady, and powerful. “Since you’re all so curious about me, why not come ask me directly?” Silence dropped over the room. The stares that followed were sharp as knives. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chase frowning nearby. I knew then—the storm was just beginning.

Chapter 6 I Don’t Want You Anymore Chase’s POV

“Don’t make a scene. They were just talking. It wasn’t meant to hurt anyone.” My voice was low, a mix of helplessness and fatigue. But her eyes were sharp as blades, full of disappointment and cold contempt. “Then tell me—what would count as deliberate humiliation? Do I have to lower my head and beg you to forgive me for not being worthy?” She let out a cold laugh, voice like ice cutting through bone. “Don’t forget, Chase. You were the one who asked to form the mate bond.” The laughter around us stopped abruptly. The air turned suffocatingly heavy. Claudia, from Silverwing Team, looked visibly shaken, her expression stiffening. I frowned and reached out, trying to take Cecelia’s hand. “Let’s talk back at the pack.” She shook me off coldly, then faced everyone and declared, “You and Claudia—one a Whitefang Alpha, the other a Silverwing Beta—openly cheating, and I’m supposed to give you my blessing? What do you take me for?” My face darkened instantly. Jacob snapped from behind me, his voice filled with disgust. “And who the hell are you? What makes you think you can compare to Claudia? She’s the youngest vice captain in Silverwing Team—unmatched in strength! You’re just an Omega from Shadowfang!” Veron jumped in without hesitation. “Shut up! Do you even know Cecelia was top of her class at Cashe Academy before she enlisted?” The jeers picked up again, but inside, I was starting to crack. The conflict and tension pulled at every nerve in my body. Just then, Claudia’s gaze flicked toward the entrance, where a gray-haired man stepped in. “Mr. Gordon?” she greeted him warmly. It was one of Cashe Academy’s senior strategy advisors. Mr. Gordon smiled, then turned toward Cecelia, gently patting her on the shoulder. “Cecelia. It’s been a long time. You were the youngest graduate in your class and our top field operator. A shame you left after your parents passed.” The atmosphere shifted in an instant. The same people who were laughing before now looked pale and awkward. Beside Mr. Gordon stood James, the new Alpha of Shadowmoon Pack. He looked at Cecelia with cool intensity, then extended a hand. “Ms. Cecelia, your parents once saved my mother. If there’s time, I’d like to talk with you in detail.” Before anyone could react to the sudden turn, a gunshot rang out, shattering the stillness. “Down!” I instinctively shielded Claudia. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cecelia throw herself toward James, yanking him behind cover. Her movements were lightning fast. The instinct of a wolf. It shocked me. But what hit me even harder was the realization that I had pushed her away, chosen to protect Claudia. A sharp pain pierced through my chest, but it was already too late to fix anything. She stood there, still, as if the world had gone silent. Then, in the language of wolves, she spoke quietly—words meant only for me.

“Chase, I don’t want you anymore.”

Her voice was resolute, cold, and utterly hopeless. It was like a knife straight to the heart. I stood frozen, my chest tightening violently, like something had clawed through it—leaving behind nothing but silence, loneliness, and a regret that cut straight into my bones.

Chapter 7 Trial by Fire Cecelia’s POV

I saw his brows tighten, his expression change in an instant. Even Claudia noticed, glancing up at him with a flicker of worry in her voice. "What’s wrong?" she asked softly. "Nothing," he answered hoarsely, his voice dry and strained—so obviously forced it made something stir inside me. The gunfire in the banquet hall had ceased. Silver-armored soldiers of the Shadowmoon Pack stormed in, surrounding and subduing the armed middle-aged werewolf. "James! You destroyed my brother’s territory—he set himself on fire because of you! You owe us a life!" the man roared, practically trembling with rage. The wolf inside him surged wildly, and madness twisted across his face. James, on the other hand, stood icy and composed, radiating the sharp aura of a dominant Alpha. Every step he took made the air feel like it was freezing over. "A lot of werewolves want me dead," he said, voice calm as frost. "You gonna be the one to do it?" The man’s gun hand trembled as he backed away in fear. "Stay back! I swear, I’ll shoot!" James didn’t even flinch. He moved in a blur, caught the weapon cleanly, and deflected the shot. In the blink of an eye, the gun was in his hand, barrel pressed to the man’s forehead. "You… you wouldn’t dare! That’d be a public execution—you’d be hauled in front of the Tribunal!" the man stammered. "Tribunal?" James replied with a cold laugh, his finger brushing the trigger. "You think I give a damn about a room full of dusty old men?""Stop!" a woman’s voice boomed like thunder through the hall. I had stepped up behind James, silently and without notice. The muzzle of my gun pressed against the back of his head. The Shadowmoon guards looked stunned. An Omega had gotten past all their defenses—undetected. Chase’s face turned dark. Jacob didn’t move. Claudia just stood there with a faint, mocking smile. "You know him?" James turned slightly, eyeing me with cold curiosity. "He’s not from my pack," I said flatly. "Then why interfere?""He’s in the wrong, yes—but you’re not a sanctioned enforcer. The wolf clans don’t tolerate vigilantes." My gun didn’t waver. My stance was steady, trained, disciplined. The face of a soldier. "But you’re pointing a gun at me, too," he said, eyes glinting. "How do you explain that?" I hesitated for a beat. Then, he suddenly spun around. A wave of killing intent slammed into me like a storm. I reacted instantly, sliding back two steps to avoid the crushing weight of his Alpha aura. That was the full force of a pure Alpha—predatory instinct. No regular werewolf, not even a Beta, could hope to resist it. Just then, a sharp whistle cut through the sky. The aerial enforcers of the Alliance descended from above, their armor gleaming as they surrounded the scene. "Everyone, stand down!" the lead inspector barked. "Internal conflict within the Shadowmoon Pack is now under suspension. All involved parties will be recorded and brought to the tribunal." I lowered my gun and casually handed it over. "It’s a training model. Simulated rounds," I said. The inspector gave me a nod. "You’re a retired Special Forces operative from Shadowfang?""Retired ID S-3860. Cecelia," I confirmed. He straightened. "You were within your rights to intervene." James’s eyes were still on me, dark and unreadable. "Ms. Cecelia," he said with a low chuckle. "Looks like I underestimated you." A chill crawled down my back. This man was dangerous. After giving my statement, I exited the post and spotted Chase and Jacob waiting outside. Chase rushed up, his face grim. "Are you insane? Do you even know who you pointed that gun at?""James. The new Alpha of the Shadowmoon Pack," I answered calmly. "You’re my mate—pissing him off means Whitefang gets dragged into this!""We’ve already done with the bond. The ritual’s just a formality. If one Omega ruins everything for you, then maybe you’re not Alpha material to begin with." Jacob sneered. "Shadowfang Omega. You think you’re something special? What, just because you used to be Cashe Academy’s pride?" Veron stepped in, grinning. "She

is

. Cashe Academy’s top graduate. Her combat records still stand undefeated." Jacob fell silent, choking on his retort. Claudia walked up slowly, her tone calm. "There’s no need to attack each other. Chase was just protecting me on instinct. I had nothing to do with any of this." I smirked coldly. "Of course you didn’t. You’re just waiting for him to finish the divorce so you can stand next to him in the open." Veron glared at Chase. "During a crisis, you pushed away your bonded mate to protect the other woman?" In the tension of that moment, I felt my wolf stirring again. The layers of restraint I’d built were unraveling. My blood was heating, my pheromones flickering at the edge of control—warning, furious. I wouldn’t let anyone trample over me or my family’s name again.

Chapter 8 Severed Bonds Cecelia’s POV

Claudia’s face froze, as if a web of cracks had spread across her flawless mask. I stared hard at Chase. The tight line between his brows gave away his growing frustration. “Cecelia, did you really have to let your friend cause a scene like this and humiliate me in front of our allied packs?” His voice was laced with restrained anger. Veron stepped forward without fear, her cold smile sharp as a blade. “Sir, I wasn’t following anyone’s orders. Believe it or not, there are still people in this world who act on their own free will—without needing an Alpha’s permission.” I followed her words with quiet calm. “Chase, I’ve officially terminated our mate bond. I’m also resigning from Whitefang Engineering.” The air went still. Even Jacob, who never shut up, furrowed his brow with visible confusion. “What did you say?” Chase’s voice wavered in shock, like he couldn’t believe I’d actually make such a decision. I spoke clearly, with the calm of someone who’d already let go. “Starting tomorrow, I’ll be submitting the dissolution request to the Council of Elders. At the same time, I’m withdrawing from all project groups under Whitefang Engineering. From this moment on, there will be nothing tying me to Whitefang.” This wasn’t a tantrum. This was a declaration of reason and resolve. The chain that had shackled me was finally breaking. “You’re using resignation to threaten me?” His eyes narrowed, full of resentment. “All because I protected Claudia during a crisis?”“It’s not a threat. It’s a condition.” My voice was even. “From now on, whatever happens with you or Whitefang Engineering has nothing to do with me.” He burned with fury but could only mutter bitterly, “Do whatever you want.” I turned without another word, my back straight, my steps cold and silent. Jacob sneered darkly. “She really thinks she can thrive after leaving Whitefang? Without clan resources, how long can she last?”“Sure, she was top of her class at Cashe Academy,” Claudia added coolly. “But without an Alpha’s protection, she’ll be nothing more than a stray.” I ignored them both, though the determination in my chest surged higher. In the world of wolves, the strong survive and the weak fall. Without a pack, I’d be alone. But I’d already made up my mind—even if I had to become a rogue, I would live with dignity.

Chase’s POV

The next day, I waited inside Whitefang Engineering’s command center, my mood heavy. Cecelia walked in, holding the formal dissolution request in her hand. “You’re really cutting all ties?” I stared at the document, my voice ice-cold. She looked straight at me. “Tell me—have you ever once taken a bullet for me when it mattered most?” I froze. Her words sank deep. The ache in my chest twisted into bitter laughter. “Fine. From now on, we owe each other nothing.” As I pressed my blood seal onto the form, I felt the last of our connection sever. “Jane, you’ll take over the Windborne Vehicle Project,” I ordered. Jane was beaming, though she couldn’t hide the contempt in her eyes as she looked at Cecelia.

Cecelia’s POV

I handed over the project files methodically, ignoring Jane’s sneering tone. “This is a workspace, not a shelter. Don’t mistake your privilege for entitlement,” I said flatly. Her rage exploded. She raised her hand to strike me, but I caught her wrist midair and twisted it down with practiced precision. “You have your brother’s protection. I had to earn mine. I was the top cadet at Cashe Academy,” I said lightly, but the words cut like a blade. Jane collapsed to the floor, her face pale. She didn’t dare move again. Everyone in the room had seen what happened. They knew the project wouldn’t last without me—and the future just got a lot more uncertain.

Veron’s POV

When I heard Cecelia was finally leaving Whitefang, I couldn’t have been happier. “You should’ve left that heartless Alpha ages ago.”“So, what’s next?”“Maybe I’ll return to Shadowfang.”“Or you could come to Blue Technology. I’ll give you the best offer you’ve ever seen.” Cecelia just smiled faintly, her gaze drifting toward the western mountains, thoughtful and distant. Suddenly, her Communication Tablet buzzed. Jane’s voice blared through, shrill and grating. “Where the hell are you?! Didn’t you promise to take my mom to her follow-up at Saint Pack today?! Get back here!” Cecelia smiled coldly, lips curling into a quiet sneer. “Looks like it’s time to clean up the last bit of trash.”

Chapter 9 Collateral Damage Cecelia’s POV

I pressed the mute key, and Jane’s channel vanished from my screen. That Beta’s voice had screamed in my ears for two years without giving me a moment of peace. Every cough Mary had, every follow-up appointment—who was the one doing all the running around? Me. An Omega. But now, I owed them nothing. Less than thirty minutes later, Chase’s private line came through. “Cecelia, get to Saint Pack immediately. If anything happens to my mother, I won’t forgive you.” His voice carried the full weight of an Alpha’s command, and even the Communication Tablet buzzed faintly under the pressure. I frowned, but in the end, decided to go. The bond was dissolved in spirit, but the formal rite had yet to be completed. For now, I was still his mate in name—I didn’t want anything going wrong at the last step. The clinic hallway was dimly lit, silent, and solemn. Just as I stepped inside, Jane came flying at me like a low-ranking wolf scenting blood. “Did you block me? I called you over ten times!”“Yes.” My voice was calm. “Who are you? Why do I owe you my personal line?” Her face flushed red on the spot, but she couldn’t argue back. Her mother—the woman who had looked down on me from day one—was pacing furiously outside the exam room, trying to barge in. She was stopped by the Spirit Doctor’s assistant. “You don’t have an appointment today. Please don’t interrupt treatment.”“I’m Mary of Whitefang Pack! I’m a paying client! Why can’t I go in?!” I leaned against the wall, watching the show. Chase walked in with a furrowed brow and hissed at me, “Whatever issues you have with me, take them out on me. Don’t mess with my mother. Her eyes haven’t healed—did you do something to block her follow-up?” I laughed. The sound was cold. “Do you think the Spirit Doctor is some street-corner healer? He sees one critical case a day. What makes your mother think she qualifies?”“Then how did you always manage to get her in?” he pressed. “You think I fought for her appointment?” I lifted my gaze and stared straight at him. “Or do you think you bribed someone with the right ‘price’?” Just then, the door swung open with a pulse of deep blue energy. An elderly silver-haired Spirit Doctor stepped out, his presence calm but commanding, every line on his face carved by time and battle. “Cecelia?” he paused, then his expression softened. “You came.” Mary, still fuming, rushed up as soon as she heard him call my name. She faked a pitiful tone. “Spirit Doctor, that Omega is vile! She said I should go see a regular healer!” The Spirit Doctor gave a sharp laugh, his voice devoid of warmth. “Then go see one.” He turned to me, his gaze steady. “I’ve treated her mother three times with blood-seal regeneration techniques. Her father… was my brother in arms.” He looked back at Mary, voice like ice. “The only reason I ever agreed to see you was for her family’s sake. You? You don’t qualify.”“They’re both dead. What kind of favor is that?” Mary blurted out. Crack! The Spirit Doctor’s staff slammed into the floor. A wave of spiritual pressure swept down the corridor like a storm. The air turned heavy, and not a single low-ranking wolf dared breathe too loudly. “Do you think a warrior’s name is yours to defile?” he shouted, his silver eyes flashing. Mary went pale. Her tongue knotted itself, and she couldn’t form a single word. Chase stepped forward, trying to smooth things over. “Spirit Doctor, my mother truly depends on your care… if it’s a matter of payment, we can—”“Payment?” The old man laughed again, mocking now. “You think I heal for money? Go make an appointment. If she ever manages to get on my schedule, I’ll show up.” With that, he swept back into the room, leaving only his assistant to block Whitefang Pack from entering. He glanced at me again, this time gently. “Come in, Cecelia.” Inside, the lights were warm, shutting out the cold from beyond the door. I sat on a chair inscribed with glowing runes, exhaling slowly. “I heard…” the Spirit Doctor sat across from me. “You’re leaving Whitefang Pack?”“Yes.” I nodded. “Once the rite is done, I’ll take my parents’ ashes back to our ancestral grounds in Shadowfang.”“Good.” His eyes shimmered, like an old wolf remembering glory on the battlefield. “You’re their pride.” My throat tightened. “Let me know when you go,” he said softly. “I’ll personally walk them home.” I nodded quickly, lowering my head so he wouldn’t see my eyes starting to glisten.

Chase’s POV

Night hung low. When I opened the door to the Whitefang villa, the lights inside were on. A small jolt hit my chest. She came back. Cecelia had actually returned. I stood at the doorway, watching her for a long time. She was taking off her coat, snow still clinging to the shoulders like she’d just come through a storm. For a moment, I felt like

I

was the one left standing in the cold. I didn’t waste time on pleasantries. My voice was flat, instinctively authoritative. “My mother still wants treatment from the Spirit Doctor,” I said. “Put in a word for her. Get him to take her again.” I thought she might at least feign politeness. Maybe do it out of old ties. But when she turned around, all I saw was a cold smile—like I’d just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. “You think the Spirit Doctor is your personal physician? He sees one critical patient a day. You think your mother qualifies?” Each word sliced like a blade. I frowned. My Alpha pride flared. “You—” She cut me off, even colder now. “You’ve got money, don’t you? Go hire a scheduling bot. See if it can get her in.” She was looking at me like I was some sad joke. I clenched my fists without realizing it, fury building in my chest, and yet I had nowhere to aim it. When did this Omega… start talking to me like that? My tablet buzzed. I glanced at the screen—and my face darkened instantly. The call was brief, but every word landed like a hammer blow. I hung up and stared at her. “Cecelia.” My voice came low and rough, barely holding back rage. “Are you really trying to destroy Claudia?” She looked up, calm and unshaken. “Someone uploaded footage from the restaurant to the starnet,” I growled. “Now everyone’s calling her a homewrecker. They’re saying she swooped in, that I betrayed you.” I’d never felt more humiliated. An Alpha of Whitefang Pack—reduced to this. Like some reckless pup begging his mate for a scrap of dignity. “You have to make a statement with me,” I demanded, stepping closer, releasing the full pressure of my scent. My Alpha energy surged. “Tell them she’s not the other woman. Tell them I didn’t cheat. Say it clearly—let everyone hear it from you.”“Do you even remember who you are? You’re my Omega. You still carry the bond’s trace. Your word can shift public opinion.” It sounded so logical when I said it. But even I could hear how pathetic I’d become. She wasn’t my Omega anymore. And yet I still wanted her to protect my reputation. To shield Claudia. Cecelia didn’t answer. Her silence was colder than any words. Something twisted in my chest. A suffocating mess of fear, anger, and panic. Was she really… never coming back?

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The air in the Whitefang banquet hall is thick with perfume and pheromones, but all you smell is betrayal. Chase stands beside Claudia, his hand resting lightly on her back as he fastens a blood-red necklace around her throat—the very one you begged him to buy at the Shadowmoon auction. Your mother’s keepsake. The only thing you ever asked for.

You freeze, your wolf instincts screaming. The scent of their mingled arousal is unmistakable.

Jacob, Chase’s Beta, sneers at you. 'Omegas have no class. One necklace and she’s stunned stupid.'

You step forward, silent, your boots muffled by the carpet. You reach for the necklace.

Chase catches your wrist, his grip like iron. 'I gave it to Claudia. It’s hers now.'

Your voice is steady, but your soul is cracking. 'You promised me. That necklace is mine.'

He frowns. 'Don’t be childish. It’s a gift—for her promotion.'

Childish?

Your pheromones slip—bitter camphor, the scent of grief. Claudia tosses the necklace to the floor like trash.

You crouch, pick it up. The metal is ice-cold.

You look up at Chase, your voice barely a whisper. 'Tomorrow, my parents’ ashes arrive. I want you to stand with me when I bring them home.'

He hesitates. Then: 'Fine. I’ll go.'

But the next morning, he doesn’t show.

Instead, you get a message: Claudia’s mother is sick. He’s at the hospital.

You stand at the gates of Shadowfang Force, urn in hand, wind howling like blades. The soldiers snap to attention.

You raise your voice, sharp as a blade. 'Former Shadowfang Force Special Ops Unit Member—Cecelia, here to receive the ashes of warriors Sam Quinn and Gloria Moore!'

The gates creak open.

You won’t wait for anyone. You’ll bring them home yourself.

Now, as you step into the ancestral valley, your Communication Tablet vibrates. Chase’s name flashes.

You stare at it. The screen glows in the rain.

Do you answer?