SpringBreeze20

Iris Snow was an unshifted omega in the Bloodmoon Pack, a weak outcast with no wolf of her own. Her fate was sealed the moment she was born—destined to be rejected by her Alpha mate, Lorcan Bloodhowl, a powerful werewolf with Lycan blood who would never accept someone so fragile as his Luna. 

Instead, Lorcan married Ember Valehart, the fierce Alpha of the Ember Howl Kin.

Exiled and abandoned, Iris became a rogue, prey to any werewolf and creatures of the dark, who hunt her. But fate had other plans. 

Taken in by a powerful vampire, Iris learns she’s not as powerless as she thought. She is one of the rare few who can wield the Arcane—a force that sets her apart from her kind.

Thrown into the dangerous world inside the Covens of Midnight, an elite school for Arcane users, Iris must master her newfound powers, confront powerful enemies, and uncover the secrets of her past while navigating that matters of the heart. 


|| NOTE ||
This is my first novel so be kind. 
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Covens of Midnight

"Then exile her right now," my father commanded, his voice cold, absolute. "Sever the mate bond and be done with it."

The finality in his tone sent a ripple of silence through the crowd. The pack was waiting—watching—to see if I would choose them or crumble under the weight of a bond I never asked for.

I nodded, but my chest felt hollow.

To be cast out from the pack meant Iris would be alone, a rogue. A rogue meant packless, and a world where every wolf out there had a right to kill her without consequence, that was a fate far worse than anything death could offer.

For someone like Iris—unshifted, defenseless—it would be a slow, agonizing death. Each day, hunted, tormented, stripped of any protection or belonging. The pack would turn its back on her, and with no wolf to defend her, she would be prey to every savage beast out there.

Death would have been merciful. It would have ended her suffering quickly. But this . . . this was torture. A lingering, drawn-out agony that would strip her of everything—her dignity, her will to survive, until she finally succumbed to the beasts out there that would tear her apart.

And I would have been the one to condemn her to it.

I turned to Iris, my gaze locking onto hers. She didn't speak, but she didn't have to. The pain in her eyes, the silent plea on her face—it was enough to shake any man.

I forced myself to ignore the way my wolf thrashed, clawing, howling in agony. The beast within me knew the truth I had been denying. She is ours. Our mate. Our soul.

But I had convinced myself long ago that I didn't need a mate. And a weak mate? Even less. What I needed was power. Strength. A future for my pack.

I swallowed the raw ache rising in my throat and took a step forward, my voice steady, cold, final.

"I, Lorcan Bloodhowl, sever the mate bond with Iris Snow."

A deep hush fell over the plaza, the air thick with tension.

I reached into my core, into the thread of energy that bound us together. It was invisible, yet undeniable—a tether that pulsed with life, linking my soul to hers. The mate bond wasn't just an idea, it was a force, a law. And I was about to break it.

I summoned my will and spoke the words of severance, an ancient incantation only wolves could wield:

"By the will of the Moon Goddess, I renounce this bond."

"By the strength of my blood, I sever this tie."

"Let her no longer be mine."

The instant the last word left my lips, the bond snapped.

A searing pain ripped through my chest, like claws tearing through flesh, like a vital part of me had been violently wrenched away. I staggered, my breath ragged, as my wolf howled in sheer torment. The pain wasn't physical—it was worse. It was like losing a limb, like being hollowed out from the inside.

Iris gasped, her body jerking as if she had been struck. She clutched her chest, her knees buckling beneath her. I felt it—her pain—echoing my own. The unbearable emptiness. The loss.

And yet, as I looked at her crumpled form, a sickening thought took root in my mind.

Why did it feel like I had just destroyed something far more important than my future?

The Severed Bond