The Luna He Betrayed Became the Queen He Lost

That moonstone bracelet broke apart into several pieces, becoming dull and common stones.

I slowly straightened up, turning my head to look at Lucius.

“Lucius, that was the last thing my father left for me.” My voice was calm in a way that felt frightening.

Seeing me like this, a small sign of worry appeared in Lucius’s eyes.

He slightly pulled at his collar, sounding annoyed. “Fine, it is only a bracelet. After Wisteria treats your father, he surely will not care about this one bracelet.”

“Yes.”

I lightly laughed

“Lucius, you are right. My father… he really will not mind anymore.”

I did not look at them again, bearing the pain in my leg that was not healed, limping out of the study.

Behind me, I faintly heard Lucius give an impatient, cold sound. “Strange, really spoiled by me.”

I lay still on the bed, letting my tears dry, watching the view outside change from the bright sun to the rising moon.

Tonight was the full moon night.

Based on what Lucius’s mother, Ingrid, said, as long as I reached the altar where we made the mate bond on time, I could fully end things with Lucius.

And the cost was, in my body, pain like muscles being pulled apart and bones being scraped.

But I didn’t care.

Forcing myself to keep going, I went to the altar by myself.

This was the place where five years earlier, Lucius, in front of the whole pack, said he made a mate bond with me.

He said I was the only Luna in his life, and he would make me the happiest she-wolf in the world.

Sadly, the one who broke my happiness now was also him.

Following the priest’s guidance, I knelt on the cold stone steps, cut my fingertip, letting the blood fall onto the altar.

“I, Rosalie, reject Alpha Lucius as my mate.”

Three seconds later, a pain I couldn’t describe suddenly shot through my whole body.

It was like countless knives tearing through my body, forcefully pulling apart the souls that had been bound between Lucius and me for five years.

At the same time, Lucius, who was touching Wisteria’s ankle in the bedroom, suddenly went pale.

He clutched his chest and let out a suppressed groan.

That gentle presence, once deeply tied to his soul and belonging only to me, was slowly disappearing.

“Rosalie?”

Lucius’s pupils shrank as he ignored Wisteria’s voice and rushed toward my room like a madman.

But he was met with complete silence.

“Rosalie! Come out! Don’t disappear on me!”

Lucius shouted at the empty room, his whole body trembling.

“She will never appear again.”

Ingrid leaned on her staff and slowly walked closer, her face mixed with different feelings.

“Mother?” Lucius looked like he had found hope. “Where is she? I can feel the bond breaking! What did she do?!”

“She only went to the altar and ended the mate bond with you.”

“Hmm, I already told you your choice is poor, picking someone so weak who only holds you back. Now she finally used her head a little and chose to leave by herself.”

Lucius stood as if struck by thunder, whispering without focus, “No… her father is still in the treatment center, how could she dare…”

Ingrid moved her head, looking at her son with a hard-to-read look. “You didn’t know? Her father passed away one month ago.”