His Betrayed Omega,The Bond She Rejected

Ten years of refusing to bear pups, and I discovered records of my mate accompanying his first love to the healer's den for a pup-claim examination.

After careful investigation, the truth struck like lightning through my chest—the pup growing in her womb belonged to my bonded Alpha.

Under that devastating revelation, I confronted him with fury burning through my veins.

His voice came out flat, indifferent.

"Selene wanted a pup. I simply helped her out of old affection."

Tears streamed down my face as I stared at him, our argument shaking the very walls of our den.

The elders and pack members around us tried to calm me. "Why make such an ugly scene? Fenris has finally come around and agreed to sire an heir. The Ironford Pack will have a bloodline successor, and you'll both have something to rely on."

"Fenris is already thirty-five. He's never cared for pups. Now that Selene Crowvale can give the Blackwood line an heir, you should be gracious enough to accept her."

I looked at Fenris Blackwood with a broken heart. His face remained cold as winter stone. The eternal glacier I had tried so desperately to thaw—the one who finally melted was never meant to be me.

"I can acknowledge the pup as part of our bloodline," I said, my voice trembling. "But you must sever all ties with Selene Crowvale. That is my final compromise."

Fenris removed the bonding ring from his finger and placed it on the table between us.

"Selene's pregnancy and birthing will be difficult. I cannot abandon her."

He looked at me with empty eyes, not a trace of guilt in them.

"If you insist on making trouble, I'll move to another den. When you've thought things through, I'll return."

My nails dug into my palms until they bled. I abandoned any foolish hope of returning to how things were.

"If that's how it is, let's dissolve our bond."

——

Everyone in the room fell silent at those words. Even Fenris froze, his hand still on the door.

Surprise flickered across his face, quickly replaced by irritation.

"Lyra... stop this nonsense."

I rose to my feet and pulled off my own bonding ring, throwing it into the waste bin.

"Fenris Blackwood, I'm not being foolish. Let's end our mating bond."

His expression darkened like storm clouds gathering.

"Lyra, all these years, you've always understood me. Why can't you do the same now?"

"Selene wanted a strong-blooded pup. She came to me crying, looking so pitiful. I never betrayed you. Even now, this is just responsibility."

He spoke of it so lightly, but each word struck my heart like a hammer blow.

So that's all it took to have a pup? Just cry pitifully enough?

Then what did all those years of enduring whispers and mockery mean? Was it my fault for suffering through it?

Ten years ago, I married Fenris Blackwood—an Alpha whose legs had been crippled in a territory war—to save my grandmother.

Back then, he only looked at me with cold disdain, mocking me for selling myself to a crippled wolf for resources.

But someone willing to reach out and help my grandmother in her darkest hour couldn't be entirely heartless.

After our mating ceremony, he told me he would never want pups. He had seen too much pain and betrayal in pack politics and only wanted to live quietly.

I respected his wishes. I devoted myself completely to caring for him, believing that one day my warmth would reach him.

I taught myself the old healing arts of acupuncture. I accompanied him across territories to seek treatment from the finest healers. Every day, I massaged his legs and applied needle therapy.

For five full years, I immersed myself in ancient healing knowledge, hoping to cure Fenris and ease the darkness in his heart.

In the sixth year, when my finger joints had become twisted and deformed from the work, he stood on trembling legs for the first time.

In that moment, he pulled me into his arms. For the first time, tears of joy fell from his eyes.

"Lyra, thank you. You gave me a second life. From now on, I will love you properly."

The entire Blackwood Pack celebrated. My mother-by-bond, Aurora Blackwood, held my hands with gratitude shining in her eyes.

"Lyra, you are the blessing of our pack. Among all the wounded wolves in the healer's den, Fenris noticed you first and chose to help your grandmother. He must have felt something for you in his heart."

In that moment, I truly believed I had finally warmed the glacier. That after all the darkness, the moon had finally risen for me.