“I was the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, mated to Alpha Ethan for nine years. But when my inner wolf was severely damaged, he spent all his time with Tiffany, a new Omega assistant. On my birthday and our mating anniversary, he completely forgot the rare moonstone I desperately needed to heal my fractured soul. Instead, he bought VIP gladiator tickets for Tiffany. Worse, when I was pale and weak, he carelessly handed me a healing potion laced with silver-the one element that could burn a werewolf alive. When I pointed out the poison, he just shrugged impatiently and told me to throw it away and eat bread. Before I could even process the heartbreak, Tiffany called, faking a heat fever. Ethan immediately rushed out of the house to comfort her, leaving me alone. In just three months, he had abandoned me seventeen times for another woman's artificial scent. I didn't understand how the boy who once took a feral rogue's bite to save my life could now casually hand me death. Why did my nine years of devotion mean less than a fake Omega's tears? The last thread holding my soul to his simply vanished. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to Paris, and opened the ancient Mind-Link. "I, Mia, reject you, Ethan, as my mate."”