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Selena "Are you absolutely certain you want to buy the Mate Bond Severing Potion?" The old witch’s raspy voice cut through the heavy, incense-laden air of the apothecary. She stood behind the worn wooden counter, her gnarled hand pressing down firmly on a small, obsidian-glass vial. The liquid inside was pitch-black, absorbing the dim candlelight rather than reflecting it. "In fifteen days, the mate bond will be completely severed," the witch continued, her pale, milky eyes locking onto mine, carrying a warning that felt as heavy as a curse. "Your Alpha will suffer the backlash. The soul-tearing will rip his wolf from its anchor. He will lose his True Mate, and the void left behind will drive his wolf to the brink of madness." I didn’t blink. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around the cold glass of the vial. I pulled the cork free. The stench of rotting nightshade and bitter ash hit my nose, making my Omega instincts recoil in pure revulsion. But I didn't hesitate. I tipped my head back and let the vile liquid slide down my throat. It burned like swallowing liquid fire. The moment the potion hit my stomach, the invisible, shimmering tether in my chest—the soul-deep bond that tied me to Damian, the Alpha of the Northern Frost Pack—violently snapped taut. A sharp, excruciating pain radiated from my heart, a desperate tug from a tether that was beginning to wither at the roots. Everyone in the Northern Pack believed Damian was madly in love with me. They whispered about it in the Pack House kitchens and during the moonlit patrols. They talked about how he, a supreme Alpha, defied the Council of Elders for me—an unawakened, weak Omega. They recounted the tales of how he violently rejected every high-ranking she-wolf who tried to claim his bed. They romanticized the night of the Great Blizzard, when he carried me in his arms through thirty miles of waist-deep snow, his own body shielding me from the deadly frost, his wolf purring to keep me warm. But none of th
