Bond Severance: No Mercy for My Heart-Thieving Alpha

In the third year after my heart failure diagnosis, I, Aria Green, watched my Alpha, Luke Perry, generously give away my heart source to his mistress's father.

Layla Vale, the mistress, flaunted how perfectly they fit together in bed, how well-behaved their pups were.

My heart shattered.

Since Luke had betrayed me, I would no longer accept him as my mate.

But the heart source that belonged to me, I would take it back.

I dialed a communication code that had been sealed away for five years.

"I'll return to the Green Pack for the surgery. Come pick me up in a week."

But when I truly left, Luke was the one who regretted it.

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Aria's POV.

"You're giving Aria's heart source to Layla's father?"

After today's agonizing treatment ended, I leaned against the wall and slowly made my way toward the hospital room, eager to share the good news with my Alpha, Luke.

The doctor had finally found a matching heart. I was saved.

But just as I reached the door, I heard the pack doctor's voice, his fury barely restrained.

"Yes. I'm sure." Luke's voice was calm and even. "Layla gave me two pups. In return, giving this heart source to her father for research isn't unreasonable."

"Then what about Aria?" the doctor snapped, his voice rising. "Her heart failure is in the terminal stage. The fluid in her lungs keeps worsening. Without a transplant, she won't survive more than three months!"

"Aria is strong." There was no concern in Luke's tone. "She can wait for a second suitable heart. Until then, medication will keep her alive."

My mind went completely blank. Only by gripping the icy wall did I manage to stay upright.

What was Luke saying?

He was giving away the heart source I had waited three years for, the one meant to save my life, to another woman's father? And he had pups with Layla?

It was impossible.

I had to be mistaken. It had to be a misunderstanding.

Just as I was about to push the door open and demand an explanation, the communicator inside the room vibrated.

Then Luke's voice followed, so tender it practically dripped with affection, nothing like the coldness from moments ago. "Baby, did you miss me?"

A soft, delicate female voice came through the communicator. "Luke, are you coming back? Don't forget, tonight is our anniversary. And our pups miss you so much."

Two different childish voices followed.

"Dad, I want that fluffy pink bunny as my gift!"

"I want a transforming robot!"

"Alright. I will buy them all for you." Luke laughed as he answered. The indulgence in his voice was something I had barely felt in the three years I'd been hospitalized.

I covered my mouth and staggered backward. Tears finally spilled over, unstoppable, and the last trace of hope inside me collapsed completely.

Luke had truly betrayed me.

He hadn't just cheated. He had two pups with another she-wolf.

Then what about me? What did that make me? And what about the loyalty and love he had promised me?

When I was eighteen, after a fight with my father, I left the Green Pack. That was when I met Luke by chance, and fell in love with him at first sight.

Luke had been devoted and unwavering. When the entire Perry Pack ostracized me for being born human, the result of a werewolf and a human, he never once cared about my identity.

He had stood against every pressure for me. He chose me without hesitation, even if it meant enduring the pain of rejecting his fated mate, Layla.

He protected me whenever I was humiliated. He wiped the dirt from my face, bandaged my wounds, and told me, "Don't be afraid. You are my Luna. I will love you forever."

Even after I was diagnosed with heart failure, when death felt like it was always just around the corner, Luke never abandoned me. Instead, he set aside his duties to the pack and practically lived at the hospital with me.

Whenever I underwent electric shock therapy, he would stand outside the door, shaking uncontrollably from sheer anguish.

When I struggled to breathe in the middle of the night, he was always the first to hit the call button. He stayed awake all night, holding my hand, then begged me the next morning, eyes bloodshot, not to leave him.

I believed he was the love of my life.

What I never expected was that all of it had been an act, every last bit of it a lie Luke had crafted.

The hospital room door opened.

When Luke saw me standing outside the door in tears, he rushed over in alarm. "Aria, why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell?"

He carefully lifted me into his arms, moving as gently as if I were something fragile enough to shatter.

Luke settled me onto the bed, tucked the blanket around me, then used a tissue to wipe away my tears. "Are you scared about the surgery? Don't worry. I've discussed everything with the doctors. We'll choose the best option. You'll recover soon."

I looked at the gentle Alpha before me, and the pain in my chest tightened until it was almost impossible to breathe. His performance was flawless. If I hadn't overheard those words, I would have remained deceived, lost my heart source, and died in agony without ever knowing the truth.

I forced down the mockery and hatred burning in my eyes and asked Luke for a hug.

Luke pulled me into his arms at once, chuckling indulgently as he asked if I was being needy.

Leaning against his chest, I felt the warmth that now seemed utterly fake, and quietly slipped my hand into his pocket, taking his communicator.

"I want some hot water." I gently pushed Luke away.

There was no hot water in the room. Luke grabbed a cup and hurried out.

I unlocked the communicator with my fingerprint. To prove his loyalty, he had registered my prints long ago.

When I opened the call log, the most frequent contact was labeled "Elder Jocelyn." But I remembered clearly that Jocelyn Phillips's code was nothing like this number.

There was no time to think. I quickly embedded a tracking code into the communicator.

Luke returned just as I finished.

He handed me the hot water, reminding me to drink slowly, then bent down to kiss my forehead. "The council has an urgent matter to deal with. I'll come back later."

Luke left in a hurry.

Ten minutes later, I opened the tracking system.

The red dot representing Luke moved quickly, then stopped at an address I knew all too well. Our home.

He had moved his mistress and illegitimate children into the home I had decorated with my own hands.

I shook with rage as I opened the surveillance feed of the house. I had installed it years ago just to check on the plants remotely. I never imagined it would be used like this.

On the screen, Layla was waiting in the living room with two children. The moment Luke walked in, she rushed forward with a smile and wrapped her arms around him.

Luke pulled out a bunny doll and a transforming robot toy from his bag and handed them to the children.

"Thank you, Daddy!" The children cheered and ran off to the play area. Layla rose onto her toes and kissed Luke. "You're finally back. The kids and I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." Luke wrapped an arm around her and led her toward the bedroom. They collapsed onto our bed, kissing and entangling, clothes scattered across the floor.

I shut off the feed in time to avoid seeing anything more disgusting, but in that final instant, I caught sight of the gift Luke had given Layla—a blue crystal necklace.

It was the Heart of the Ocean, my father's wedding gift to my mother, worth one billion dollars.

My breathing grew rapid in an instant.

Luke. He hadn't just betrayed me. He had stolen my mother's keepsake and defiled my parents' unwavering love with his filthy hands.

This was something I would never tolerate.

I pulled out a communicator hidden beneath my pillow, untouched for five years. Inside was a number I had sworn I would never dial again.

My fingers trembled as I pressed the call button. When the line connected, I took a deep breath and spoke firmly. "Dad, I accept your arrangement. I'll return to the Green Pack for surgery. Come pick me up in a week."

Luke, since you chose betrayal, I no longer needed your false love.

But the heart source that belonged to me, no one was taking it away.