Chapter 86

“I mean, it’s a damn shame,” she added, tapping the steering wheel. “If anyone had told the eighteen–year–old me that Ethan Hawthrone–the ‘golden alpha‘–would end up ruining the only real thing he had, I would’ve said they were out of their minds.”

I gave her a small, tired smile. “That’s because fairy tales sound

sweet… until they start rotting from the inside.”

She didn’t argue. Neither did I.

When we arrived at the Silvermoon courthouse, the skies were

draped in a sheet of gray, the moonlight slipping in between

clouds like pale silk. The entire building was sleek steel and

stone–modernized to accommodate our kind. Inside,

everything was pristine. Gláss walls. Echoing floors. Cold

marble counters manned by expressionless werewolves in navy

uniforms. The unbinding hall was bathed in a soft silver glow,

light filtering down through the skylight above.

Ethan was already there.


He stood near the sensor platform, dressed in a dark wool coat,

hands stuffed in his pockets. He looked up when he saw me.

His eyes dropped instantly to the cut on the corner of my

mouth–the fading bruise that no amount of makeup could

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quite cover. Guilt flared in his expression, then vanished as quickly as it came. He didn’t say anything. Neither did I.

We walked up to the mate unbinding platform together.

The technician in charge, a middle–aged wolf with streaks of

matte black uniform, gestured to the

“Palms on the

required!”

my sleeve, exhaled,

tiny prick as the


soft hum followed.

Alpha–rank. Verified,”

a neutral tone.

His hand brushed mine briefly. It

It meant

“Ethan Hawthrone, Alpha–rank. Verified.””

above the dais, a blue display opened

Contract: ActiveMatch Duration:

daysStatus:

recorded,” the officer

page on her clipboard.

dissolve

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clearly, looking ahead, not at

There was a pause.

Ethan said,

second screen appeared, flashing

SeveredStatus: Complete

slid from the

stapled them, and handed one to each

unbinding papers.

mated under werewolf law.”

the document

hesitated for a second longer…

then I watched Ethan’s hand

me, the leather folder reflecting a faint


My pulse ticked a

it. He frowned–curious, unsettled.

he urged softly. “You never know

need them.”

I said slowly. “If you ever… I don’t

“I—I won’t remarry!”

if he were

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you need them?” I asked,

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