LOGINEveryone thought I was just an Omega clinging to Alpha Pheisar— gentle, silent, unworthy of love. In his eyes, I was nothing more than a burden the Moon Goddess tossed his way. But the moment he held Selene’s hand and vowed a mate-bond at the Moonlit Altar, I finally understood — I had never mattered. He never kept a promise, never cared about the wolf-soul I burned to keep him alive. So I rejected him. He thought I was being dramatic—until I bonded with the “comatose Alpha” everyone believed would never wake. When he knelt at my ceremony and roared “I only want you,” I simply replied: “Too late.” What they never knew was this— I was never a vine to be pulled or broken. I can stitch a wedding gown with devotion, and cut off a rotting love just as cleanly. I can be soft— and I can be resolute. The day I married Alpha Zander, no one expected him to wake—much less fall for me. But the first time I whispered “Mate” in his arms, the ice around him melted into pure devotion. And in the quiet dark, his hand firm on my waist, he murmured: “Pheisar is downstairs begging again…I’m feeling jealous. You’ll have to make it up to me.” This time— Pheisar will learn what kind of treasure he threw away. And Zander will know the partner in his hands is worth a lifetime of love.
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This was it—the biggest day of my life. At least, it would be in a few hours.
I stood in front of the mirror, gently running a brush through my hair, trying hard to hold back the huge smile on my face.
Pheisar had promised. Tonight, during the Blood Moon ceremony, he was going to announce us as a couple.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a thrilling, hot beat of pure excitement.
Inside my mind, my wolf paced restlessly, letting out soft, eager growls.
The Moonstone ring on my finger shone in the light—our unbreakable promise.
I'd pictured this moment a thousand times: swearing our vows before the Moon Goddess, finally acknowledging each other as mates, letting her witness our eternal mating bond. It was finally happening.
I slipped into the pure white gown Pheisar had specially commissioned for me. I studied my reflection, imagining the look of surprise and adoration in his eyes when he saw me.
It was time. I started toward the Great Hall, forcing myself to walk slowly, trying to appear graceful and calm.
Pack members were gathered inside, their attention fixed on the center of the room. No one noticed me come in.
A sudden, sharp wave of anxiety squeezed my heart. What was that?
My wolf, Lyra, stirred uneasily inside me. Her growl was low and sharp, "I smell something that shouldn't be here."
"This is our time, Lyra. I'm his destined mate," I whispered, trying to soothe her, pushing her sharp warning back down. "It's just pre-ceremony nerves," I told myself.
I walked into the massive banquet hall. The Moon Goddess Altar glowed brightly under everyone's gaze. The Priestess and Elders stood on both sides, their low, solemn chanting echoing like a hymn.
But when I really focused on the Altar, my world shattered. Lyra snapped her head up inside my consciousness, letting out a shriek of sheer, terrifying fury. It slammed against my chest.
Standing right there was Pheisar, the man who'd promised forever, and his arm was around another she-wolf—Selene.
She wore a silver-white ceremonial dress. Her silver hair shimmered in the light. Her eyes were full of soft affection and devotion.
What froze me completely was the silver-white pendant hanging on her chest. It was my lost silver wolfbone amulet, the one my parents left me.
Pheisar had promised to find it.
Now, it was on Selene's neck.
Lyra went ballistic, her roar deafening in my mind. "Why is that damn she-wolf standing in our place?"
The fury of my wolf burned away my sanity. I barely managed to keep the growl from tearing out of my throat.
All the noise around me vanished. All I could hear was my own ragged breathing.
My eyes cut through the crowd, locking onto Pheisar. He saw me. His expression flickered with a brief panic, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, harsh finality.
Then, Selene turned. She saw me. A flash of triumph crossed her eyes, which she instantly masked with an innocent look.
She gently raised a finger, touched the amulet on her chest, looked at me, and sighed softly.
My ears twitched. I caught a familiar voice.
Alpha Victor was leaning down, whispering to someone next to him with a sneering laugh. "Look who showed up. Isn't that Elena? She's wearing the Luna's white gown. Guess she got the wrong idea about her status."
I ignored Victor. I had to know the truth.
Ignoring everyone, I marched straight for the Altar.
"Pheisar!" My voice was hoarse, like broken glass, but it cut right through the Priestess's chanting.
He didn't turn around. He simply took Selene's hand gently and lowered his head toward the Moon Goddess Altar.
"I, Pheisar, swear to take Selene as my one and only mate. May the Moon Goddess bear witness for us." The light of the Blood Bond grew between them, sacred and brutal.
The glow of the Moon Goddess shone down on them, a chilling mockery aimed straight at me.
"Stop! Why are you doing this?" I rushed to the base of the Altar, clenching my skirt so hard my knuckles turned white. My tears finally broke through, my voice burning with anger.
He turned. His eyes were utterly cold and calm, as if he were looking at a total stranger.
Selene then slightly pulled back, shrinking into his embrace. She whispered in his ear, "Pheisar, who is this young woman? I sense her pain, but we're in the middle of our vows. Is there... a misunderstanding?"
Her voice was quiet, but loud enough for everyone near the Altar to hear. She sounded sympathetic, yet she held onto Pheisar tightly, making sure everyone knew her place.
"You don't belong here," his voice was soft, but it sliced through my heart like a knife. "Go back. Don't ruin my ceremony."
"You know I was the one chosen by the Moon Goddess..."
I didn't finish. A massive surge of his Alpha aura exploded from him. The sheer force, channeled through our mating bond, choked me. I couldn't make a sound.
"Get out. Don't make me say it again." His tone was icy, his eyes devoid of warmth.
He lowered his head and kissed Selene's forehead.
"I promise to spend my life with you. I will never betray you." His words were tender, but to me, they were a colossal crash, jolting me awake from all my ridiculous fantasies.
My heart sank into a dark, bottomless pit.
The surrounding noise rushed back. People cheered for their vows. Applause roared.
I stood there, a clown in the cold glow. My heart had completely frozen, turning to dead silence.
I spun around abruptly. Lyra's roar ripped through my consciousness, "Let me take over! I'll tear that she-wolf apart with my claws!"
I used my last ounce of strength to force her down.
I fled the banquet hall. The air outside was bitingly cold. The moonlight poured down, like a sheet of deep, chilling frost.
When I got back to the Nightshade Manor—the place Pheisar and I had shared—my phone rang. It was my foster mother, Martha.
"Elena, stop roaming around like a rogue. Get back to the pack," Martha's voice was clear and severe through the phone. "Our Alpha has decided: you will take my daughter's place. You will be Alpha Zander's mate."
Alpha Zander. The wolf from the Blackthorn Pack who was in a deep coma, maybe never waking up.
I let out a self-mocking laugh.
Martha spoke again, "If you refuse, don't blame me for what happens..."
"I agree," I said, and hung up.
My mate betrayed me. He betrayed the Moon Goddess's choice. So, what was the point of holding onto our mating bond anymore?
Third Person's POVSeeing the look of deep misery on his face, Elena felt a wave of shame wash over her.It was obvious that having physical contact with her was a total nightmare for him.Why else would he look like he was in agony every time after they touched?He probably hated the very idea of anything happening between them down to his bones.It was just the poison making him lose control over and over. He must find the whole thing incredibly humiliating.Since he clearly couldn't stand being near her, she decided right then that she had to move out of the packhouse the second the bond was dissolved.She couldn't let her presence keep him in this constant state of pain.She pulled the blanket tighter and spoke as calmly as she could."Don't worry, I'm not backing out of the divorce. We'll do the ceremony exactly as planned."She paused, then added softly, "Once the bond is cut, I'll move out. I won't stay her
Third Person's POVThe photo was a close-up of a pair of lips. Both the upper and lower lips were clearly swollen and raw, covered in unmistakable bite marks from a heavy make-out session.Zander felt like a werewolf's claws had just ripped through his chest. The pain was so sharp he could barely breathe.The air in his study suddenly felt suffocating; even after pushing the window wide open, the crushing pressure wouldn't let up.He headed downstairs, needing the garden air to clear his head.But the moment he opened the front door, he ran straight into Elena, who had just arrived home.He looked down at her lips, his mind spiraling.She kissed Doran that hard tonight? She bit him?Just how intense was it to leave marks like that?A wave of bitter jealousy surged up, eroding every last bit of Zander's logic.He couldn't stay calm. He couldn't play it cool. He couldn't stop what he did next.Before he even
Third Person's POV"Ahem—"Elena's face turned bright red from coughing.She hacked away awkwardly, her mind racing with confusion.Doran was just a young wolf she'd hired to play a part—where the hell did this "villa" come from?Even if he actually had one, there was no reason to bring it up for a performance.It looked like her lecture this morning had gone in one ear and out the other; his acting was still as over-the-top and showy as ever.Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Zander's rigid silhouette standing below the stage, and it suddenly clicked.Doran was putting on this elaborate show specifically because Zander was watching. He wanted to look like he was absolutely head-over-heels for her.She forced herself to speak."Luna Hannah messaged me earlier. She wants me back at the packhouse tonight."Doran hadn't actually expected to take her away tonight.But with Zander stan
Third Person's POV"So... if we go somewhere private later, I finally get that kiss?""I'm picking you up tonight. You owe me a French kiss, and since you're making me wait, you're paying double. No backing out."Zander's hands were already balled into fists, his knuckles popping with a lethal rhythm.Elena couldn't help but marvel at how dedicated Doran was to the role. To keep up appearances, she had to play along, ducking her head with a shy nod."We'll talk about tonight... tonight.""I knew you were the best, Elena."Seeing her agree, Doran's grin turned even more reckless."It's a date, then. I'll pick you up, we'll find a quiet spot, and you can show me how much you missed me."Zander squeezed his eyes shut in pain, telling himself this had nothing to do with him.He and Elena had to respect their boundaries. If she was happy, he was supposed to be glad for her. That was the "brotherly" thing to do.He pulled his gaze away from Doran and walked toward his car without looking ba
Third Person's POVLuck was actually on her side for once. The frosted glass window on the third floor was cracked open just enough.Elena felt a surge of relief. She shoved the window open and slipped inside with the agility of a cat.But the second her feet hit the floor, she smelled it—a thick,
Third Person's POVSelene couldn't believe her ears. Pheisar had actually claimed Elena as his own in front of all these high-ranking Alphas.It felt like a physical slap. Her vision blurred, and her knees buckled, nearly sending her to the floor. But Pheisar was seeing red. His fangs were out, and
Third Person's POVFinally, the room went quiet.Hannah had caught that strange vibe from Zander earlier when he stepped up for Elena.Smirking to herself, she shot Jasper a quick look."Oh! I just remembered, Jasper and I have something super important to take care of! Zander, stay here and keep a
Third Person's POVZander squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the memory of losing control.But Elena was quick; she caught that flash of pain and pure disgust in his eyes."He must really hate me right now," she thought. "The very thought of touching me makes him sic






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