The Alpha's Barren Luna: Erasing The Mate Bond

I was the Weaver, the only wolf capable of knitting the spiritual wards that protected our billion-dollar empire. But to my husband, the Alpha, I was just a piece of malfunctioning tech. Ten years ago, I crushed my spine and destroyed my womb pulling him from a burning car. Now, because I couldn't give him an heir, he treated me like a ghost in his own home. The breaking point wasn't the affair. It was seeing Brendan, the man who once told me "Alphas do not kneel," drop to one knee on a public sidewalk to tie his pregnant mistress's sneaker. He touched her stomach with a reverence he had never shown me. That night, his mistress sent me a video of them together, captioning it: He's painting the sky for our son. What did he paint for you? Nothing. Because you're barren. I realized then that a divorce wouldn't free me. He would never release his most valuable asset. The Mate Bond was a chain, and as long as my wolf lived, I was his prisoner. I didn't want his money. I didn't want an apology. I wanted total erasure. So, I bought a forbidden potion called Tabula Rasa. It doesn't just wipe your memory; it dissolves the wolf spirit with acid and severs the soul-tie. I rigged the estate's defense wards to self-destruct, melted my Luna ring into a lump of slag, and drank the poison. When Brendan finally rushed home, terrified by the collapsing wards, he found me standing over the shattered vial. He screamed my name, trying to use the Alpha Command to make me submit. But I just looked at this weeping stranger with calm, human eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

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Chapter 3

Ellery POV:

Queens was a sensory overload of noise and grime. Perfect cover.

I pulled my hoodie up. I wasn't wearing silk today. I was in thrift store jeans and boots two sizes too big. To a human, I was invisible. To a wolf, I still reeked of high-status Pack-moonflowers and ozone.

That's why I'd arranged the courier months ago.

I ducked into an alleyway. A man waited by a dumpster, shivering in a heavy coat despite the July heat.

"Payment?" he asked, not looking up.

I handed him the envelope. Fifty thousand in untraceable cash, skimmed from Brendan's petty cash over six months.

He handed me a manila folder and a spray bottle.

"June Bennett," he said. "Ohio birth certificate. Clean history. The spray is skunk musk and sulfur. It'll hide your scent from God himself for six hours."

"Thanks."

I doused myself in the foul spray and headed for the clinic.

It looked abandoned, windows boarded up. I pushed inside.

Evans stood behind a metal table. Milky eyes, scarred skin.

On the table sat the vial. Electric blue, swirling with a light that looked radioactive.

"I placed the order six months ago," I said, stepping forward. "It took you long enough."

"Ingredients for soul-poison aren't easy to come by, Weaver," Evans rasped. "Remember: once you drink it, there is no antidote. You will bleed from your eyes. Your wolf will die screaming. And the Bond will snap like a dry twig."

"Good."

I reached for the vial. My phone buzzed. The special ringtone for Brendan.

"Answer it," Evans warned. "If he suspects, we're both dead."

I answered, pitching my voice high and soft.

"Where the hell are you?" Brendan barked. "Tracker says Queens. Why are you in the slums?"

I touched the platinum choker-my leash.

"I'm sorry, Brendan. I... I heard about an antique shop here. They have a rare Moonstone. For your birthday."

Silence.

Moonstones. His weakness.

"You're shopping for me?" His voice softened, the arrogance returning.

"Yes. A surprise."

"Don't take too long. Gala tomorrow. You need to look presentable. Not like a stray."

"Yes, Alpha."

Click.

I looked at Evans. He grinned, showing yellow teeth. "You lie well."

"Survival mechanism," I said.

I put the vial in my bag next to the June Bennett ID.

"I can't take it yet," I said. "I have to prep the house. If I'm leaving, I'm making sure the door hits him on the way out."

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The pregnancy test trembled in my hand as I stood in Gabriel's marble bathroom, the morning light filtering through frosted glass windows. I'd done this ritual eight times before, each ending in heartbreak, but hope was a stubborn thing. My breath caught as two pink lines appeared, unmistakable against the white plastic. "Nine," I whispered, pressing a hand to my still-flat stomach. "Please stay with me this time." I slid the test into my robe pocket and splashed cold water on my face, studying my reflection. Dark circles shadowed my eyes—evidence of nights spent wondering if I'd ever be enough for Gabriel. At twenty-four, I looked both younger and older than my age: younger in my need for approval, older in the weariness that clung to me like a second skin. The bathroom door handle turned slightly. I quickly tucked the test deeper into my pocket. "Isabella?" Gabriel's voice, cool and measured, came through the door.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.5

He Chased His Ex, I Axed the Vows

8.5

For five years I played the perfect Spencer wife—diamonds, galas, a husband the whole city envied. They called our marriage a fairytale. They didn't know I'd married Rayan to clear my family's debt and "luck" him out of a coma after the accident he got chasing the woman he actually loved. So on our fifth anniversary, in front of every important name in Riverside, I took the mic and announced my own divorce party. Because the second his phone rang, he walked out on me—again—straight to her. What Rayan doesn't know: I'm done crying. I have a way out he can't buy back, a home he doesn't know I'm going to, and a version of me he's never met—sharp-tongued, unbothered, finally free. His precious Elina spent three months clawing her way back into his life. She's about to learn exactly what she crawled back to. Watch the unshakeable Rayan Spencer go from "Are you serious?" to circling hospital parking lots in the rain, begging for a wife who's already signed the papers in her head. He had five years to choose me. Now it's my turn to choose myself—and let him find out what it costs to come second to no one. This time, he chases. This time, I axe the vows.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

I Became Retarded For My Husband, While He Was Loving Others

9.4

Bella's mental age froze at 3 after saving Ethan from a crash; he married her but later cheated with Sophia . Bella recovered mentally but hid it after seeing Ethan with Sophia. Ethan lied he saw her as "family," while Sophia sabotaged Bella . Bella planned to leave, but Ethan locked her up and even let a fire trap her. Ethan realized Bella's gone, found her letter, and spiraled. He abandoned his wedding to find Bella, only to see her with Sean.

Modern Romance

7.8

Renting the Alpha_ A Thanksgiving Deception

7.8

"I didn't want a fake fiancée. I wanted my fated mate. ... She just thought I was a 'bad boy' actor she hired... Fine. I’ll play her game. But once the clock strikes midnight on Black Friday? The contract ends. And the mating season begins. She thinks she rented me for the weekend. She has no idea she just agreed to be my Queen forever."

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9.4

Rising From Ashes: The Betrayed Heiress

9.4

Dorene survived a terrifying night with a bleeding, dangerous intruder in her hotel penthouse, only to receive a far more devastating blow the next morning. A black and gold envelope arrived. It was an engagement invitation. Her boyfriend of seven years, Kadyn, was marrying her sweet, innocent best friend, Dolly. Refusing to hide, Dorene crashed the gala in a blood-red gown. But Dolly was ready. Grabbing Dorene's wrists, Dolly purposely threw herself backward into a tower of champagne glasses, shrieking about her stomach and her unborn baby. "If anything happens to Dolly or my child, I swear to God, I will destroy you!" Kadyn roared, holding the weeping Dolly in the broken glass. He didn't ask a single question. He branded Dorene a jealous monster. To completely break her dignity, he publicly handed her over to the city's most notorious, sleazy playboy just to appease Dolly's fake tears. "Give him a shot," Kadyn told her coldly. Seven years of love were ground into the marble floor. She was framed, publicly humiliated, and discarded like trash by the two people she trusted most. Dorene didn't shed a single tear. She gave them a smile of pure, freezing mockery and walked out of the gilded cage into the freezing Manhattan night. She didn't know that as she left, the lethal, blood-stained man from her penthouse was watching from the shadows, ready to help her burn their world to the ground.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.3

Six Years Trapped In A Broken Vow

7.3

Aliyah Pollard POV: For six years, my husband, Chase, refused to divorce me, gaslighting me while he built a new family with his mistress, Faye. After 99 failed attempts, I was ready for my 100th try. But the man I met in the park wasn't my cold, cheating husband. It was Chase from ten years ago-eighteen, idealistic, and still madly in love with me. He didn't understand why I looked so sad, why I flinched from his touch. He didn't know about the affair, the miscarriage Faye caused, or the child they now had together. He saw the divorce papers and his world shattered. "I would never hurt you, Aliyah," he cried, his young eyes filled with genuine anguish. "I love you." His pain was a stark contrast to the cruelty of the man he would become. The older Chase had sneered, "You're mine, Aliyah. Who would want you?" But this boy, this pure version of my husband, saw my suffering and didn't hesitate. He took the pen, his hand shaking, and signed the papers his future self had refused for years. "If this is what you need," he whispered, "I'll do it."

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