Goodbye My Fated Mate, I Married Your Alpha King

Jasper's POVFor a second, I froze. Tessa's voice cut through the laughter, sharp and broken, and every eye turned to her. Frosting dripped from her pure dark hair, streaking down that dress that clung to every curve, her blue eyes wide with hurt.She was always beautiful, hair that shimmered like silk under the light, rosy lips trembling, her body shaking as if she'd splinter apart. For a breath, I almost reached for her. Almost.But then Bianca's hand tightened on my arm, her perfume washing over me, sweet and familiar. And I remembered.It had been Bianca who sat by my bed three years ago when I woke from the fire, lungs scorched, life hanging by a thread. The pack doctor swore I would've died if she hadn't shared her wolf's strength with me. Her soft hand had held mine, her hazel eyes brimming with tears.Back then, I thought she must be my fated mate arranged by the Moon Goddess. However, the next day, when I shifted for the first time and met my wolf, Mark, the truth was laid ba

Tessa's POV"Darling, if Bianca marries Jasper, that money's nothing," Gloria cooed.She clutched Marcus's arm, voice syrupy and sharp as lacquer. She always had that way of sounding like someone else's kindness borrowed and put on display.Marcus gritted his teeth, then nodded as if a decision had been made for him. "Fine. I'll need two weeks to raise it."Two weeks. Perfect. I turned away from them both, the practiced smile slipping as soon as my back was turned.My wolf Julia needs two weeks to regain full strength, I thought. Two weeks, Jasper... and we're done.Walking out into the sunlight felt like stepping between worlds. The air was sharp, the day too ordinary for the storm I'd set spinning. I kept my breath steady. If they wanted to play chess with fates and fortunes, I'd bring my own pieces.That night I met Zoe at our usual spot, the bar that smelled of lemon oil and varnish, where the music kept people occupied and the smoke made them confess things they'd never admit sob

Jasper's POVThe sting of alcohol burned my eyes as I wiped my face with the back of my sleeve. The martini clung to my hair and shirt, dripping down my collar in cold rivulets. The entire bar had gone silent, watching, waiting.I forced a laugh, straightening to my full height."She'll be back," I said, my voice hard with certainty. "Give her three seconds. She'll come crawling, begging for forgiveness."'She loves me too much to stay away,' I thought, conviction settling over me like armor. 'She must be regretting it already.'One second. Two. Three.Silence.The room stayed frozen. No footsteps. No soft voice calling my name. Nothing.My jaw tightened as whispers rippled through the crowd.Bianca leaned in close, her smile sharp, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Don't worry, Jasper. You're her mate. My wolfless sister wouldn't dare leave you."Her words should have been reassuring, but they dug into me like barbs. I didn't let anyone see. My expression hardened, cold as sto

Jasper, stands over me like a storm that never broke.I smiled faintly, almost amused at myself. "After your Alpha ceremony in a week," I said, my voice calm, deliberate, "I'm leaving. I want to travel."Jasper snorted, sharp and cold, as though my words were nothing more than background noise. "Go wherever you want. I won't stop you."My phone buzzed on the metal tray beside me. I picked it up, pressed it to my ear."Tessa," my father's voice floated through, "this Friday is your mother's birthday. She and your sister want you to come to the party."I froze. For a heartbeat, the world tilted. Then I laughed, bitter and hollow. "My mom died years ago. And I don't have any mom and sister.""Tessa! You-"I hung up before my father's cold words came out.When I looked up, Jasper was frowning, like he'd just witnessed something he couldn't make sense of. "They're your family," he said. "Why wouldn't you go?"I tilted my head, eyes sharp despite the exhaustion in my bones. "Do you want me

Tessa's POVThe main hall of the Bloodmoon Pack House was alive with anticipation. Banners embroidered with the pack emblem swayed gently from the balcony above, the polished floor reflecting sunlight streaming through tall windows.Marcus, Gloria, Jason, and Zoe sat among a handful of pack members, eyes fixed on the podium. Their whispers died as the ceremony began.I stood in the front row, masked, calm, detached. My posture was perfect, betraying nothing of the storm inside.Marcus hovered at my left, his expression unreadable. Bianca and Gloria, draped in elegant gowns, lingered beside him, their smiles a mask for curiosity and mischief."Don't forget your promise," Marcus murmured quietly."I never break my word," I replied smoothly, my tone measured, polite.Jasper stepped to the podium. The air shifted as his presence claimed the room. He wore a sharp suit, the kind that made him look untouchable, poised. Every eye followed him."I will be the new Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack s