He Faked Our Bond—Then My Child Was Taken From MeChapter 1
Elira’s POV
The first sound I heard after five long years was fireworks bursting across the sky.
A sudden crack tore through the air—bright, violent, almost unreal. I stood frozen in the middle of the Winterfell Pack’s banquet hall. Above me, chandeliers glittered like falling stars. Music rolled through the walls. Laughter overlapped laughter. Everything came crashing in at once. Too much. Too sharp. My ears rang painfully, like my body couldn’t decide whether to accept sound again or reject it.
It was January 1st. The first day of the year.
The day my silence ended.
“Mommy!” My son, Ezra, was tugging at the hem of my dress, but I couldn’t even turn to him right away. Every little thing felt amplified—the clink of crystal glasses, wolves cheering in celebration, the orchestra warming up for another piece, even the soft fabric brushing against my skin.
I forgot how loud the world really was.
For a second, I just stood there, unable to breathe properly.
Five years ago, everything sound-related had disappeared from me in an instant. My world had gone completely quiet.
That night still lived in my memory like it happened yesterday. Alpha Adrian had been the one driving me home to Ironvale Pack after the Alpha Gathering. He smiled at me like I was something rare, told me it was love at first sight, said he wanted to see me again… insisted he would personally bring me to meet his parents.
I was young. I believed every word.
But on the road back, rogues attacked. The car spun out, crashing against the mountain side. I remember throwing myself over him without thinking when the vehicle flipped. Pain exploded through my head—something sharp, something final.
When help arrived, I was still alive.
But I woke up to a world that no longer made sound.
Just silence. Endless and heavy.
Winterfell Pack sent word to my family soon after. They offered me an engagement to their heir as repayment for saving him.
My parents accepted immediately.
I thought Adrian agreed too. I thought he chose me. I thought the way he looked at me before everything went dark meant something real.
I was wrong.
The engagement wasn’t his decision—it was obligation. A debt. A forced repayment.
Never love.
Life beside him as Luna was nothing like what I imagined.