BRIENNA’S POV
“Bree—”
“I’m not finished.” I straighten my spine, and the words that come next taste like the first breath I have taken in three years. “I, Brienna Gatlin, reject you, Adam Rivera, as my mate, as my Alpha, and as my husband. I release the bond between us, and I take back everything of mine you have ever held.”
For one perfect, breathless second, I feel it.
The thread between us, the thing that has chained me to him through every betrayal, drawing thin and ready at last to snap.
And then Adam claps a hand over his own chest, and his head snaps up, wild and streaming.
“No!” He shrieks. “No, I don’t accept it. Do you hear me? I refuse it. I reject your rejection, Brienna; you cannot cut this on your own. The Goddess tied us together, and I will not release you, I will nev
