30 Days to Freedom: Abandoned Luna is Secret Shadow King novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: I’ve Severed Our Bond, Stop Pestering Me

Chapter 122: I’ve Severed Our Bond, Stop Pestering Me

(Olivia’s POV)

I was immersed in a beautiful dream, playing ball with Aurora on the lawn. Suddenly, a dark mist enveloped me, and a snake coiled around my body. It was Theodore’s scent.

I was instantly jolted awake, opening my eyes to see Theodore’s face just five centimeters away from mine. As I watched him slowly approach and felt his touch, my stomach churned violently. The intense aroma of cedar and tobacco on his body made a bitter taste rise in my throat.

With a surge of adrenaline, I shoved him away with all my might. “Let go of me, Theodore!”

But his Alpha strength was overwhelming. His obsessive grip tightened around me like a vice.

In desperation, I kicked him squarely between his legs. As he recoiled in pain, I scrambled away across the bed.

He was on me in an instant, trapping me again with his massive frame. His hands pinned my wrists above my head.

“My love, you’re trying to murder your mate,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

The proximity made me want to vomit. I turned my head away, unable to bear looking at him.

“Stay away from me. I don’t want to see you again.”

Seeing my distress, Theodore’s expression shifted to nervous concern. “My love… what’s wrong? Are you unwell? I’ll take

you to a healer.”

I met his gaze with icy contempt. Each word came out like shards of glass.

“You make me sick!”

He blinked, confusion flickering across his features. “Is it the smoke? I’ll quit smoking, I promise-”

“It’s you as a person that makes me sick!” I cut him off, my voice rising. “Theodore! I’ve severed our mate bond, stop

pestering me!”

His face crumpled as if I’d struck him. But then his expression hardened with determination.

He tried a different tactic, his voice softening as he played his trump card. “My love… Leo is here, he misses you so much.

Come and see him with me, won’t you?”

The memory of Leo flashed through my mind. But my first thought was profound relief that Aurora had survived.

Towards Leo, I felt only the cold weight of obligation. No warmth. No lingering affection.

Theodore’s display of feigned tenderness was repulsive. “Don’t call me ‘my love.‘ If you dare trespass in my room again, I won’t let you go!”

The nausea was too much. I covered my mouth and began to retch, tears of distress springing to my eyes.

He finally backed away, though he still dared to whisper, “My love-”

I transformed my wolf claws and said, “Get out, don’t force me to take action.”

Defeated for the moment, Theodore placed two report sheets on the bed. Without another word, he turned and left.

But his attack wasn’t over.

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Outside the door, Captain Ryker’s voice carried clearly through the walls. “Luna, Alpha Kane got Cynthia Mooncrest pregnant and then abandoned her. She had an ectopic pregnancy, hemorrhaged, and nearly died. He never took responsibility or showed any concern. The Alpha hopes you won’t be with someone so irresponsible.”

I heard papers being placed on the floor outside my door.

From the hallway, Theodore’s voice drifted in, laced with faux sadness. “My love, he’s not a good person.”

Then his footsteps faded away, leaving me alone with the poison he’d planted.

After Theodore was gone, I slowly composed myself. My hands were still shaking from the encounter.

I told myself that Matthew’s past was none of my concern. Yet I couldn’t stop myself from opening the door and retrieving

the reports.

They were newly printed, but the dates were from thirteen years ago. My heart pounded as I opened my laptop and accessed the pack infirmary’s archives.

The original records were there. The truth hit me like a punch to the gut.

Cynthia had indeed suffered a near–fatal ectopic pregnancy. But then a line of text seared itself into my brain: Damage to

both fallopian tubes, lifelong infertility!

I recalled Cynthia’s aggressive demeanor at our previous encounters. Suddenly I saw her not as a rival, but as a tragic,

pitiful figure.

The weight of it all crashed down on me. I sank to the carpet, my mind reeling with the implications.

I didn’t know how long I sat there until the faint scent of pine and earth signaled Matthew’s return.

I looked up into his calm, steady eyes. “Why are you sitting on the floor?” he asked, reaching down toward me.

I flinched away as if his touch would burn me. “It’s nothing.”

(Matthew’s POV)

I withdrew my hand, my posture stiffening slightly. The lingering scent of cedar and smoke filled my nostrils–Theodore’s

scent.

The deliberate distance she was creating spoke volumes. A dark undercurrent swirled through my thoughts.

“I might be tired, so I’ll rest first,” she said, dismissing me with barely concealed urgency.

I simply nodded and left. But the speed with which she shut the door behind me, as if barring an intruder, finally sparked

annoyance.

I summoned my security team immediately. Beta Tristan and assistant Tasha appeared within minutes.

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