The Silent Luna's Trial (Maple and Finn) novel Chapter 54

Blake’s head jerked up abruptly, a flicker of hope igniting in his bloodshot eyes, raw and desperate.

“Lena, I was blind before—completely blind. I thought I was just some obligation, a repayment for Grandfather’s debt. But now, I see everything clearly. I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life making this right.”

His fingers trembled as they brushed against the threshold of my doorstep, hesitant yet pleading. “We’re still young. We can have more pups—”

Before I even realized I had moved, the sharp crack of a slap cut through the quiet evening air, echoing across the porch.

“You’re still trampling on everything we once had!” My voice cracked, trembling with decades of buried rage and heartbreak. “Of all the ways you could’ve rebelled against your family, why choose this? Why shatter me? Was I just the easiest target?”

Blake, this powerful Alpha, never seemed to grasp that everything between us was irreparably broken. Our love had been destroyed long ago by his own hands, just like the fragile lives of our two daughters. It was too late—too late for forgiveness, too late for healing. Death had carved a chasm between us that no words could bridge.

Tears traced slow paths down his gaunt cheeks, mixing with the stubble that shadowed his face. The once-mighty Alpha was reduced to silence, his strength crumbling into nothingness.

I tried to force a smile, but it slipped away, failing utterly. Instead, salty betrayal spilled down my face like a river of grief.

“If you truly regret this, Blake Wilder, then set me free. Let our daughters rest without this pain hanging over them.”

“The bond is broken already. Sign the deal, or don’t—I’m never coming back.”

The door slammed with such force that the windowpanes rattled violently.

When dawn finally came, the porch was empty. The only thing left was the bond-breaking agreement, lying there like a wound left open to bleed—his signature slashed across the bottom like a scar that would never fade.

Weeks later, when I met Sierra at the Moonbeam Café, the silence between us felt heavier than the sugar cubes she stirred into her untouched tea.

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