Amber’s POV
The sharp sound rang in my ears, leaving them buzzing My cheek burned, skin stinging
I stood there shattered, like a porcelain doll smashed to pieces.
Grayson wiped the blood from his fingers with a disgusted sneer, like I’d contaminated him.
“Get out, Amber
I stared at him, my throat scorched raw.
Grayson. Could you not, just once–just once–be on my side?
His expression faltered for a split second, but then be snapped, loader and harsher. “I’ll count to three. If you’re not gone, I’ll sever the mate bond right here and now. Three… two-”
But in that moment, I felt an odd calm, colder than pain and deeper than heartbreak.
I lifted my head, looked him straight in the eye, and spoke, clear and unwavering
“No. Let me count. One zero.”
1, Amber Lily Reid, reject you, Grayson Black Hale, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, to be my mate.”
He froze, then scoffed. “That won’t work. You think some dramatic speech is gonna break the bond?”
I stayed silent, lifting my bleeding hand, torn by the silver spike.
Clenching my fist, I let blood drip from my palm, splattering the stage like scattered petals. A surge ripped through me. My omega aura blazed, unleashing a soul–deep, shattering pain.
The mate bond–shattered.
I looked up at the man I once loved. The man who now made my heart feel nothing at all.
“Believe it or not,” I said softly, “this is over. For go
good.”
Then I tucked a blood–smeared strand of hair behind my ear, lifted my chin, and walked out ignoring the stares, ignoring the whispers, ignoring him Behind me, I heard his voice again, desperate and disbelieving
“I’m not falling for that stunt.”
Grayson’s POV
I figured after a few days of space, Amber would’ve cooled off. Today was supposed to be dur wedding day–a date we’d picked together. Even though it had been called off, I still felt guilty. I thought maybe I’d br
ybe I’d bring her a gift to smooth things over.
1 packed quickly, stuffing dirty clothes into a bag. Amber always hand–washed my shirts, ironing them crisp, collars flawless, soft in a way no machine could match
Then I thought about Piper. She’d chucked my uniform and sneakers straight into the washer, then griped about how many clothes I owned. I frowned.
“Ultrasound today. You coming? Piper pushed open the door without knockding.
I didn’t look up. “Not today. I’m heading home.”
“Bro,” she laughed, wrapping an arm around my neck. “That cold, huh?”
Bro. Again
I shot her an annoyed glance.
Henskin was tanned, her tank top hung loose, her ripped denim shorts barely covered anything. Her legs were all angles, thin and bony. If not for the tiny bump on her stomach, you’d never guess she was pregnant
Achill crept up my spine.
D ReelShort
That night… what the hell really happened? Was I that drunk? Or was it a heat–triggered haze? The room had been dark. She was all over me. I hadn’t even realized it wasn’t Amber.
I shut my eyes hard, trying to erase it
But all I saw was Amber–pale, soft, stubborn. That tiny pout when she got mad. Those misty eyes that made my chest ache
She was my mate. The mate
Three years ago, she chased after me with that flery determination. I’d kept my distance, played the aloof Alpha.
But she never gave up. Like a persistent little wolf pup, she kept coming back.
And eventually, she broke through my walls, Even if she was just an omega, even if she cried too easily, I fell for her.
I shoved Piper off me, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out.
“Grayson!” she called after me. “What about the baby? Don’t you care?!”
I stopped and turned, anger flashing hot through me
“I told you I was going home this weekend. You chose today for the check–up–on purpose.”
I looked her up and down, voice turning ice–cold.
“Amber finally stopped making scenes, and now you wanna play that game? Don’t bother. You’re nothing like her. You dress like a guy, act like one too So stop trying to copy her sweetness–it’s disgusting.”
She stiffened, eyes brimming with tears.
I didn’t care. I slammed the door behind me.
dupal
On the way, I picked
a bouquet of white roses–Amber’s favorite. I even found a delicate silver necklace she’d love.
I imagined her pretending not to smile when she saw it, that little glimmer in her eyes when she thought I wasn’t looking
Yeah. I’d make it right, pretend none of this happened, and win hot back
But when I opened the front door, it felt like lightning struck me. The wedding decorations were still up, ribbons swaying gently in the breeze,
But all of Amber’s things were gone.
Everything
On the vanity, her engagement ring–the one I’d put on her finger–lay there, cold and alone. Mocking me.
“Amber!” I slammed my fist into the mirror.
Glass shattered. Blood spilled from my hand, but I didn’t feel a thing
grabbed my phone, dialing with shaking fingers.
It rang. Then a male voice answered. “Hello?”
I gritted my teeth. “Who the hell are you? Put Amber on the phone!”
“My wife’s changing,” the man said casually, with a mocking edge. “You got something to say, leave a message, I’ll pass it along ”
