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The Luna Who Invited Her Ex-Mate to Her Mating Ritual

“Dad… please come for me in a week. I’m ready to mate with the Alpha of Rydelthorn Pack like you wished,” I whispered into the crystal communicator, my voice trembling. “Mate him? Sweetheart, what are you saying? Aren’t you mated to Zayne of the Valloren Pack?” My father’s tone was filled with confusion and worried. “Not anymore. I’m going to unmated him,” I said, choking on the words. “Tell Mom to start preparing for the ceremony.” Before he could answer, I cut the call. The communicator slipped from my hand, clattering onto the floor. My body shook as I buried my face in my palms. Two winters ago, I thought my life was perfect. Now I know it was built on lies. Three moons ago, a hunting trip turned to tragedy. My cart hung over the cliffside at Wyrm’s Teeth. I was nine months with pup, bleeding and terrified. At the Healer’s Hall, they needed my mate’s consent for the ritual. I called Zayne ninety-nine times—no answer. On the hundredth try, he finally picked up. “Avelyn,” he said coldly, “why are you so desperate for attention? I told you I have a Council meeting. Stop being dramatic.” Before I could reply, a woman’s voice spoke beside him. “Zayne, love, come on—we’ll be late for the gathering.” That voice froze my heart. Vionne Celviere.