After our marking ceremony, Theo had found those journals. He’d sneered at my “pathetic omega fantasies,” but I’d kept them safe anyway, clinging to hope.
But the day before we left his territory…
I burned every single journal in a ritual fire, watching five years of one–sided love turn to ash.
And as they burned, I felt nothing but relief.
Just like now.
“The mate bond dissolution has already been filed with the Alpha Council,” I said quietly, my wolf calm and steady within me.
“But it doesn’t matter anymore. We’ve transferred packs. By ancient law, crossing territory lines with hostile intent voids all
previous pack bonds.”
