Loose Me Once And Maybe Am Gone Forever

Seraphine's POV

I was my mate's destined partner, the one the Moon Goddess had chosen for him. For over two decades, Rowan had fought fate itself to win my heart. He loved me fiercely, like his world revolved around me.

But then, a month ago, he betrayed me.

He didn't just stray—he tore apart the bond that was supposed to be unbreakable. And to make it worse, everyone knew. Everyone except me.

For weeks, I pretended not to notice. I played the dutiful Luna, wearing a mask of blissful ignorance. But deep inside, I was breaking.

Until the day I made my decision.

I wasn’t going to sit around, waiting for Rowan to choose me again. No, I was going to vanish.

When I walked into the pack Elder’s Den, she froze, her hand hovering mid-air.

"Luna Seraphine, are you absolutely certain? Once your pack mark is erased, you'll lose all ties to us. No one in the pack will be able to track you."

"That’s exactly what I want," I replied, my voice firm despite the chaos in my heart.

Her eyes grew wide, but she did not ask further. Instead, she handed me the blade. With a deep breath, I pressed it against my wrist and sliced through the shimmering silver tattoo that marked me as the Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack.

Pain shot through me, but I didn’t flinch. This was freedom.

As the blood seeped onto the floor, the bond tethering me to Rowan snapped like a taut string cut loose. I felt it instantly—an emptiness in my chest where our connection used to be.

Seraphine, the Luna, was no more. Calla, the woman, was all that remained.

I stumbled back to the Pack house, clutching my wrist as the wound slowly healed. Werewolf regeneration was a blessing and a curse—it erased physical scars but couldn’t touch the emotional ones.

A parchment on the nightstand caught my attention. I hesitated before picking it up. My gaze fell on the content: Rowan's first letter which he gave me during the last Lunar Festival. It was all a lie.

Dropping it , I looked beside it , a single carriage ticket to the northern territories, where no pack laws could reach me. Beyond the pack borders, rogues thrived, their lives lawless and dangerous. But to me, danger was better than betrayal.

My fingers brushed against the old, worn-out charm bracelet Rowan had given me when we were kids. He’d crafted it himself—a crude piece made from wolf bone and leather, but I’d worn it every day since.

Even back then, he’d promised me, "I’ll protect you, Sera. Always."

That promise had meant the world to me, especially after my mother abandoned me when I was barely old enough to shift. I’d learned young that promises were fragile, easily broken.

But Rowan had been different. Or so I thought.

For years, he chased me with a devotion that left the pack in awe. Even when I refused him time and again, he never wavered.

Until the night of the Blood Moon.

That night, I collapsed, my body wracked with pain from an unknown curse. The pack healer said my wolf spirit was dying, and with it, so was I. Without hesitation, Rowan offered himself. He merged his wolf's energy with mine in a forbidden ritual that nearly killed him.

When he woke, he was weaker, slower—forever changed. But I was alive.

That was the moment I finally accepted him as my mate.

He gave me everything after that—his heart, his soul, even his power as Alpha. He made me his equal, promising to rule the pack together.

But now, those promises felt like ashes in my mouth.

I clenched my fists, anger replacing the grief that had consumed me for weeks. Rowan had broken the sacred mate bond. He’d left me vulnerable, exposed.

I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of finding me, of seeing the pain he’d caused.

I booked a carriage. I packed my meager belongings. And I decided to vanish into the wilds where even the Moon Goddess couldn’t find me.

As the sun came down, I stood on the porch of my cabin, looking at the woods getting darker..

"You had one chance, Rowan," I whispered to the night. "But you just had to blow it."

Then, with nothing other than the clothes I came into my home with and pain in my heart, I stepped into the darkness.

This is the beginning of my new life—a life without Rowan.

Or so I thought.