
Bond Yet Untouched, My Mate Regretted His Affair
I was bound to Christopher Hale, a senior healer, for six years, but we never had the closeness most mates share-he hated touch.
On our fifth anniversary, I flew to Elthenia to surprise him, only to see him gently care for his ex-mate Brittany in the rain.
Heartbroken, I learned he'd long prioritized Brittany: his phone wallpaper was her, he'd fought for her, and he planned to settle in Elthenia for her.
After we broke our bond, I focused on my teaching, then met Daniel Hartman.
Christopher later regretted it, tried to win me back, and even attempted to end his life, but I'd moved on.
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Chapter 3
After Christopher left, I lay in a strange bed, in a strange town, in a strange pack's land, staring at the ceiling. Sleep was a lost cause. I dragged myself up, grabbed my charging phone, and booked a 4 a.m. flight back to Cernis-the soonest I could escape Elthenia.
I got out of bed, dried my rain-soaked clothes from earlier, and changed out of the ill-fitting outfit Christopher had bought me. I folded it neatly and left it on the couch. With an hour and a half until takeoff, I glanced around the apartment I'd barely spent four hours in. From my backpack, I pulled out a small, elegant box. Inside was an Audemars Piguet Royal Oak watch, worth $540,000. I'd scrimped and saved for years, dipping into half my fixed savings to buy it as our anniversary gift. Now, it was my way of closing the book on this farce of a bond.
I scribbled a note on a piece of paper: Christopher, this is my last gift to you. Goodbye forever. I placed it beside the watch, slung my now-lighter backpack over my shoulder, and shut the door behind me. I didn't look back.
Cabs were scarce at that hour, and I reached Ilmaris Town Airport with just twenty minutes to spare. Unlike my frantic arrival, I was calm now-checking in, boarding, all with steady paws. I'd hoped to return with Christopher. Instead, I came alone, and I was leaving alone.
Before takeoff, I sent him a voice message in Shalorian. "Christopher, you could've been honest with me. No need to hide your heart for six years. I know Brittany's the one you love. I saw her message. I know you're staying in Elthenia for her, and that your phone's wallpaper is her from graduation day. You should've told me sooner. It would've saved us both six years. When you're back, let's head to the family court."
I hit send and leaned back, staring out the window as the plane climbed. six years bound to him flashed through my mind. When I had kidney stone surgery, I was alone. When a student's parent gave me grief, I was alone. When my car got a flat tire in the middle of nowhere, phone dead, I was alone. Broken lightbulbs, burst pipes-I fixed them all myself. Why did I ever form this bond?
I gazed at the blue sky and white clouds, then slid off the ring I'd worn for six years and tucked it away.
Ten hours later, the plane touched down in Cernis. I turned on my phone to find one message from Christopher: "We'll talk when I'm back."
I didn't reply. At the airport, I tossed the ring into a trash bin.
Back home, Christopher's parents, Franklin and Linda, were waiting at the gate. They'd cooked a feast, knowing I was returning from Elthenia. Franklin took my bag, while Linda grabbed my hand, peering behind me. "Lauren, where's Chris? Why're you alone?"
I didn't sugarcoat it. "Franklin, Linda, I want to break my bond with Chris."
Their jaws dropped. Linda clutched my hand tighter. "Why? Did he hurt you?"
Under their worried gazes, I spilled everything-Brittany, the slippers, the dreamcatcher, his decision to settle in Elthenia. Franklin and Linda were livid. They urged me to eat, then retreated to their room. I had no appetite, sitting alone on the couch when I overheard Linda on the phone with Christopher.
".Lauren's been with us six years, bending over backward so you could focus on your healer work. She's taken care of your dad and me like we were her own. When your dad's diabetes flared up, she was the one running to get his meds, taking him to checkups, cooking separate meals for him. When I broke my leg last year, she bathed me, changed my clothes, helped me to the bathroom-never complained, not once. I was in that cast for months, and by the time it came off, Lauren had dropped a ton of weight from the stress."
Her voice lowered, sharp. "Don't think I don't know about you and Brittany. She ditched you for her career, and you still chased her to Elthenia, only to find she'd bound with someone else. Now you're ready to settle there for her again? Have you no shame? If you've got any respect left for your parents, you'll get your tail back home, or you can collect our bodies!"
That night, Christopher caught a flight back. He arrived at dawn the next day.
Franklin, Linda, and I sat in the living room, the silence heavy as a storm cloud. After a night to think, his parents had made peace with it. They knew he didn't love me. Holding my hand, their eyes brimmed with guilt. "Lauren, we've held you back for six years," Franklin said. "We can't keep you from the rest of your life. We agree to you breaking the bond. Don't worry-Chris will give you the house, the car, everything, as compensation."
They turned to Christopher. "Talk to Lauren."
We stepped out to the front yard, the dim streetlight stretching our shadows long. He spoke first, voice low. "Brittany's ex-mate was a drunk, abusive wolf. I stayed in Elthenia to keep her safe. As for the wallpaper, I've had it forever. If it bothers you, I'll change it to you."
His words felt like a dodge, like he thought I was making a fuss over nothing. But it's the thousand little things that kill a bond. I looked down, exhausted. "No need. I don't want that."
I met his gaze. "six years, Christopher. If you ever felt even a spark for me, come with me to the family court at dawn."
He hesitated, his jaw tight. Then, from his car nearby, Brittany's voice called out. "Chris! You done talking?"
I looked over. She stepped out, a bandage on her forehead, scratches on her face. Christopher rushed to explain. "Her ex got bailed out yesterday and attacked her again. I couldn't leave her alone in Elthenia, so I brought her back."
I glanced at Brittany, then back at him, and it all clicked. "Nine a.m., family court," I said.
I never imagined breaking our bond with Brittany tagging along. At the family court window, Christopher leaned in, his tone casual. "You sure about this? Once we're unbound, we're done."
He thought I was bluffing, that I couldn't walk away so calmly. Seven years of loving him, and I could read his every look. I met his eyes, steady. "Yeah."
I signed my name-Lauren-quick and clean. He paused, then signed too. Breaking our bond took one hour.
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9.0
I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son.
"Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics."
Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out.
Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold.
To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping.
Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money.
As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden.
"Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen."
Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul.
Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders.
The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer.
But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late.
Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort.
I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies.
Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.

8.0
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On the day my daughter turned five, my husband Carter finally came home-with his mistress and a child who looked exactly like him.
He introduced me as the "mother of his child," not his wife, while my own parents fawned over his illegitimate daughter to secure a business merger.
I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, leaving me with months to live, yet no one cared.
The breaking point wasn't my illness, but seeing Carter slap our daughter across the face because she refused to give her first-place ribbon to his mistress's child.
"She disrespected me! I have a right to discipline my own daughter!"
He thinks I' m just a dying, discarded wife who will fade away quietly to make room for his new family.
He' s wrong.
I have three months left to live, and I' m going to spend every second of it burning his empire to the ground.
My funeral will be the stage for his destruction.

7.6
For years, I was the perfect, quiet wife to Dante Moretti, the most feared Mafia Don in New York. I mistook his lavish gifts for affection and his cold protection for care.
The ninety-ninth time I asked for a divorce, he laughed. An hour later, his mistress, Isabella, called him.
"Get out," he ordered, leaving me on a dark street corner in the pouring rain so he could rush to her side.
As I watched his armored car vanish, I finally understood the truth. Our marriage was a transaction, a pact made to settle my father's debts. I was just a placeholder, a substitute living a life designed for Isabella. Every gift, every gesture, was an echo of her tastes.
He never saw me. To him, I wasn't his wife; I was a possession. An obligation he could discard at will. He thought I was too weak, too dependent to ever fight back. He believed I couldn't survive without him.
He thought I would just run and hide. He was wrong.
You don't escape a man like Dante Moretti. He would hunt you to the ends of the earth, not out of love, but out of pride. To break a pact with a Don, you can't just run. You have to be prepared for war. And standing there, drenched and abandoned, I made a new vow: I wouldn't just leave him. I would burn his entire world to ash.

9.5
Clara had to die once to see who truly surrounded her-traitors and opportunists everywhere.
After her rebirth, she swore to make her enemies pay.
Her fiancé mocked, "You think you deserve me?"
She punched him and ended the engagement.
Her stepsister played innocent, but Clara shut her down with a cold retort. "Stop pretending! I'm tired of your little act!"
They called her a loser, but Clara didn't bother defending herself. Instead, she revealed her real power: superstar, racing champion, and secret mogul.
When her masks fell, chaos erupted.
Her ex begged, and the crime lord claimed her, but Clara had already conquered them all.

7.7
I, Rachel, was reborn after Nicholas-my childhood sweetheart and mate-let me and our pup die in my last life. This time, he brings home Kayla, who manipulates him to torment me. I stay calm, secretly signing a bond-breaking agreement, ending my unborn pup's life and planning escape.
Kayla stages accidents to win Nicholas's trust, while he ignores my pain, even having me beaten. After the bond ends, I flee to Argentia. Nicholas, learning Kayla's lies, punishes her and begs for forgiveness-breaking his legs, broadcasting apologies- but I refuse.
The 18-year-old Nicholas visits, spending a final day with me before vanishing to save me from a car crash. I move on, traveling the world, while Nicholas lives alone with our memories.

8.7
"Stay the fuck away from me." He rasped.
My breath hitched.
The' Proper Tycoon' was gone. Hearing him curse was like hearing a statue scream, it was a total breakdown of his carefully constructed reality and it lit a fire inside me.
"You think this is a game?" he seethed, his chest heaving against mine. "You think you can just show up in my park, show up at my friend's club, and play with my son to get what you want?"
"I'm not playing, Arthur." I whispered, my voice thick. I leaned my head back against the pillar, exposing the line of my throat. "I'm offering you a good service."
I looked him dead in the eye, my lips pulling into a slow, defiant smirk. I shifted my hips forward, feeling the heat radiating off his thighs.
His gaze dropped to my lips before snapping back to my eyes. His grip on my arms tightened just a fraction. "I want you to disappear back into whatever gutter Caspian Beaumont found you in."
"And if I don't?" I challenged.
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