I almost slipped, almost blurted out that I wanted to sever our bond. But I held back. After all, we only had a rushed mateship ceremony. We weren’t even officially married—just the ceremony to honor our bond, and nothing more. There was no love, no commitment beyond the bare minimum. Just a hollow connection, one that had never truly been forged in the first place.
The Alpha didn’t even look up, his focus still on Ophelia, as if I was a nuisance disrupting his perfect world. "What? Changing your tactics now?" His voice was cold, dismissive. "You think you can’t threaten me with your son anymore, so now you’re using yourself as leverage?"
His words hit me like a slap to the face. A year ago, Kylo had fallen ill with an untreatable disease. His weak heart, his lack of healing abilities—everything pointed to a grim future. He was just a child, too fragile to shift, too weak to connect with his wolf. His life hung by a thread, and I had watched in helpless agony as he slipped further away, longing for a glimpse of his father that never came.