The silence in our bedroom that evening felt different—heavier, more deliberate. I sat on the edge of our bed, still wearing the training clothes from this morning's humiliation, waiting for Grayson to acknowledge what had happened. He moved around the room with calculated precision, hanging up his jacket, checking his phone, doing everything except looking at me.
"Grayson," I started softly, "about this morning—"
"There's nothing to discuss." His voice was flat, emotionless. He didn't even turn around.
I tried again, reaching out through our mind-link, seeking the familiar warmth of his thoughts, the constant hum of connection that had become as natural as breathing since our mating. *Grayson, please. Let me explain.*
Nothing.
Not silence—that would have been something. This was absence, a complete void where our bond should have been. My wolf whimpered in confusion, scratching at the mental barriers that had suddenly appeared between us.
"Did you just—" I stood up, panic rising in my throat. "Did you block our mind-link?"
Grayson finally turned, his gray eyes cold and distant. "I did what was necessary."
The casual cruelty of it hit me like a physical blow. In all the werewolf lore I'd ever heard, severing a mate's mind-link was considered one of the most devastating punishments possible. It was emotional amputation, cutting away a piece of your soul.
"Necessary?" My voice cracked. "Grayson, the mind-link is sacred. It's part of our mate bond. You can't just—"
"I can do whatever I want." His Alpha aura flared, pressing against me like a weight. "I'm the Alpha of this pack, and you're my Luna. That means you follow my rules."
I staggered backward, the force of his dominance making my knees weak. This wasn't the protective Alpha energy I'd fallen in love with—this was raw power wielded like a weapon.
"But why?" I whispered, wrapping my arms around myself as if I could hold the pieces of our bond together. "What did I do wrong?"
His laugh was sharp, bitter. "You really don't know?"
I shook my head, tears burning behind my eyes. The absence of our mental connection felt like losing a limb, leaving me fumbling in darkness where there used to be light.
"You embarrassed me today," he said, each word precise and cutting. "My Luna, flirting with other males, accepting their praise like some attention-starved omega."
"I wasn't flirting!" The accusation stung because it was so unfair. "I was doing my job, sharing knowledge that could help other packs—"
"Your job is to support me. Your job is to be the Luna this pack needs, not to parade around seeking validation from other Alphas."
The room spun slightly as his words sank in. "Seeking validation? Grayson, Marcus was interested in my rehabilitation techniques because they work. Because I'm good at what I do."
"What you do," he repeated, stepping closer, "is whatever I say you do. From now on, you'll check in with me every two hours through the pack-link. You'll report who you're with, what you're discussing, where you're going."
I blinked, certain I'd misheard. "You want me to... report to you? Like a child?"
"Like my mate who clearly can't be trusted to remember her place."
The words hit me like slaps. I reached for our bond again, desperate for any trace of the man who'd claimed to love me, who'd promised to cherish and protect me. But there was nothing—just that terrible, echoing emptiness where his presence used to be.
"Grayson, please," I begged, hating how small my voice sounded. "Don't do this. The mind-link... it's part of who we are together. Without it, I feel like I'm drowning."
Something flickered in his eyes—was it regret? Satisfaction? I couldn't tell anymore without our connection to guide me.
"Then maybe you'll think twice before giving other males reason to believe they have access to what's mine."
He moved toward the bathroom, dismissing me as if I were a servant who'd overstayed her welcome. At the doorway, he paused without turning around.
"The monitoring starts tomorrow. Two-hour check-ins, every day. Don't make me come looking for you, Carly. You won't like what happens if I have to hunt down my own mate."
The bathroom door closed with a soft click that sounded as final as a coffin lid. I sank onto the bed, my hands shaking as I pressed them against my chest, trying to fill the hollow space where our bond used to live.
For the first time since our mating, I was truly alone.
