A Wolf King's Last Plea After a Broken Blood Pact

Jordan Willis was the previous leader of the Moonshadow Pack and the Alpha who held a grand marking ceremony with me.

Now, under an entirely new identity, he was shielding my younger sister tightly behind him.

His tall figure stood like an impenetrable wall, shutting me out completely.

Even though he was deliberately restraining it, the powerful scent unique to a top-tier Alpha still transformed into an invisible pressure, making the surrounding air thick and heavy.

The thinned bloodline within me trembled under this pressure, with every breath I took carrying a searing pain.

Jordan calmly looked at the Gamma, who was walking over slowly. His handsome features had no cracks whatsoever—only a trace of irritation and detachment at the unwelcome disturbance.

Those deep, captivating eyes I once adored were now cold enough to freeze me to the bone.

"Gamma, this she-wolf has some mental issues." His voice was low and magnetic as always, but now every word he said was ice-cold.

He pointed at me and spoke in a nauseating, condescending tone that showed his so-called consideration. "That's Sasha Calhoun, the sister of my future mate. Ever since her mate was fell on that mission, she hasn't been quite stable mentally."

The words "future mate" were like red-hot iron nails brutally driving into my eardrums.

The pup in my womb—the tiny life carrying Jordan's blood—stirred uneasily, as if it too had sensed its father's malice.

Winnie trembled even more violently in his arms. Her shoulders shook, and her unique scent spilled out.

The Gamma's gaze shifted. When he caught that scent, the way he looked at me turned noticeably more guarded.

"Sasha, I know you miss Alpha Jordan a lot, but you can't be like this…" Winnie said woefully.

She peeked out from Jordan's embrace, her face red from crying. It made her look utterly pitiable and endearing.

"His name is Xander Wilcox. He's not Alpha Jordan! Please don't live in the past anymore, okay?"

Her words were gentle, yet they pinned me with the label of "insanity".

The Gamma's gaze finally settled on me, holding a mix of scrutiny, suspicion, and wary caution toward a "pitiful mad she-wolf".

"Luna Sasha, please calm down," the Gamma said.

I forced myself to withstand the Alpha pressure around me and said with absolute certainty, "That is Alpha Jordan!"

My voice trembled with agitation, but I still stared fixedly at Jordan, trying to find the slightest flaw in the face that had been burned into my memory.

"There's a scar on his left brow! It was left when a low-rank werewolf went berserk and attacked me years ago. He got it by protecting me!

"With a werewolf's regenerative ability, it should have vanished long ago. But back then, he specifically used a secret family method to preserve it as a memento! You can check!"

Jordan—no, Xander—twitched his brows almost imperceptibly. Subconsciously, he raised a hand as if to touch that nearly invisible scar, but he forcefully stopped himself mid-way.

That tiny gesture shattered the last bit of hope in my heart.

He remembered. He remembered everything.

He handed the moonstone nameplate to the Gamma, his movements smooth and natural.

"This is sufficient proof that I'm not Alpha Jordan. I understand Luna Sasha's feelings, but excessive grief and harassment are two different things. Today's my proposal to Win, and I don't want to be disturbed," he said coldly.

In the end, I was taken to the pack station.