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The letter fell from Finn’s trembling hands like a death sentence.
I watched it land on the cold stone floor of the Alpha hall, watched the sharp black ink blur beneath the torchlight, and for the first time in ten years… I saw Alpha Finn Nightclaw break.
“She wouldn’t,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, hollow. “She wouldn’t leave me like this.”
Two days... There were only two days left until the mating ceremony.
The pack had been celebrating since dawn—preparing offerings for the Moon Goddess, decorating the sacred grounds, whispering excitedly about the future Luna.
About her. The woman Finn had chosen.
The woman he loved. The woman who had just disappeared.
I knelt slowly and picked up the letter before anyone else could see it. My fingers shook as I read the words meant to destroy him.
I’ve found my true mate. Don’t look for me.
This was never meant to be.
Each sentence was supposed to felt like a blade dragged across my chest, but I was secretly happy and relieved that I finally had a chance with him.
Finn staggered back, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the pack—and his pride—had finally crushed him. The mighty Alpha who ruled with iron authority now looked like a wounded wolf, bleeding where no one could see.
And as always… he turned to me.
“Lena—” His voice broke. He swallowed hard and dragged a hand through his dark hair. “I don’t know what to do.”
My name on his lips still made my heart ache.
I stepped forward without thinking, instinct and habit guiding me. I always knew where to stand when he fell apart. Always knew how to piece him back together.
“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered, even though my own chest felt like it was caving in in silent joy. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t abandon her children. There must be a reason.”
I didn’t say the truth. That the Moon Goddess had already abandoned him—long before today.
Finn pulled me into his arms, gripping me like I was the only thing keeping him upright. His scent—pine, smoke, and power—wrapped around me, familiar and devastating.
I closed my eyes.
I let myself imagine, just for a moment, that this was what it felt like to be chosen.
And two days later, the mating ceremony arrived under a silver moon heavy with judgment.
I stood among the unmated wolves, dressed in pale white like tradition demanded, my heart beating too fast, too loud. The pack gathered in a wide circle, torches flickering, voices hushed in reverence.
Finn stood at the center.
Alone.
His chosen mate’s place beside him was empty.
When the Moon Goddess’ presence descended, the air thickened, pressing against my skin. Power rippled through the clearing, ancient and unforgiving.
And then— Pain. Sharp. Blinding. Consuming.
My wolf screamed inside me as heat exploded in my chest. I gasped, clutching my heart as silver light wrapped around my wrist, burning a glowing mark into my skin.
A mate mark. No. My breath caught as my eyes snapped to Finn.
He was staring at me. The world tilted.
Hope—wild, impossible, forbidden—surged through me like a storm.
The Moon Goddess had chosen me.
Whispers erupted around us. Some in shock, others in disbelief, and Awe.
Finn’s expression was unreadable.
I took a hesitant step toward him, my voice barely more than a breath. “Finn…?”
He didn’t reach for me. He neither smile or claim me.
Instead, he looked away. “I can’t,” he said finally, his voice cold with restraint. “Not now.”
The words hit harder than any rejection.
“I just lost her,” he continued, not meeting my eyes. “I need time. I’m still healing.”
Healing? From a woman who had never been his mate.
From a love that had left him without hesitation.
I swallowed the ache in my throat and forced myself to nod.
“I understand,” I whispered.
And that was the moment my fate cracked. Because I accepted half a bond. A mate who would not claim me.
A love that asked me to wait… while it destroyed me.
I didn’t know it yet, that three days later, she would return.
And everything the Moon Goddess had given me—
he would tear away with his own hands.
The council hall had never felt so crowded before.Not because there were many bodies inside, but because of the weight of unspoken thoughts pressing against the walls.The great circular chamber, carved from dark stone and lined with ancestral banners, usually carried an air of authority and order. Today, however, it felt like a marketplace of whispers.Low voices overlapped. Robes rustled.Rings tapped nervously against wooden armrests.Every elder sat in their designated seat, yet none of them looked settled.Because for the first time in years…The Alpha was missing.And power, like blood in water, had begun to attract sharks.Officially, they were worried about Finn’s delayed return from war.Unofficially? Each of them was already calculating.If something happened to him… Who has the strongest claim?The Beta? Or either lineages?Perhaps the council should rule temporarily…Suspicion flickered from one pair of eyes to another. Smiles were thin. Politeness is brittle.No one trust
By midmorning, Nightclaw Pack no longer felt like a kingdom.It felt like a hive someone had struck with a stick. Restless. Uneasy.Too loud in some places, too quiet in others.The training grounds were half empty. Patrol hunters returned earlier than usual. Patrol wolves kept glancing toward the southern road as if expecting their Alpha’s unit to appear at any second.But the road remained bare. No dust clouds,no victory howls, or returning soldiers.Only wind.At first, people told themselves it was normal.It was a war… And war took time.But as the sun climbed higher… whispers began to spread.“He should have returned by now…”“Have they reached Knox-Shade yet?”“My cousin said they didn’t even smell battle smoke… Do you think something happened?”“Lower your voice!”The murmurs traveled fast, slipping through kitchens, corridors, and courtyards like smoke through cracks.Because no matter how arrogant or useless Finn was… He was still their Alpha.And an Alpha who vanished with
The night felt wrong. Too still and too quiet.Even the wind seemed to be holding its breath.Delon rode back toward his estate under the cover of darkness, boots splashed with soil that still clung beneath his nails.He didn’t look back. Not once.Meanwhile, a soft knock sounded on Delilah’s chamber door.Not urgent or hesitant. Just three calm taps.Familiar. Measured.She didn’t turn from the mirror.“Enter.”The door creaked open.A cloaked man slipped inside and immediately dropped to one knee. “My Lady.”“Report.”His head remained bowed.“Alpha Finn is dead.”Her brush paused mid-stroke. Just for a fraction of a second.Then it continued combing through her long hair like nothing had happened.“And?” she asked lightly.“Lord Delon has just left Elder Rowan’s estate. He stayed there for some time. My guess… he went to inform the elder personally.”Silence stretched.The spy waited, expecting anger, shock or new orders.Instead— A soft chuckle escaped her lips.Low. Amused.“Of co
Delon was still awake when the knock came.Three short taps. One long.It was the signal.He didn’t turn from the window.“Enter.”The door opened quietly.A cloaked rider stepped inside, mud splashed up his boots, cloak torn by branches. He smelled like iron and smoke.He dropped to one knee.“It’s done, my lord.”Delon’s lips curved slowly.“Bring it.”The rider stood and placed a small, tightly wrapped bundle on the table.It wasn’t large. But it was heavy.Very heavy.The faint metallic scent of blood seeped through the cloth.For a moment, the room was silent.Then—Delon stepped forward and untied the knot himself.No hesitation or fear on his face.The cloth rolled open and Finn’s face stared back at him.Eyes half-open. Frozen and Empty.Even in death, arrogance lingered on his features.Delon studied him quietly. Then he laughed.Soft. Low. Disappointed.“So this is the Alpha everyone feared,” he murmured. “Pathetic.”He crouched, gripping Finn’s hair, lifting the head slightly.
The march onwards had been smooth.Too smooth.Leaves crunched softly under fifty pairs of boots as Finn led the unit through the forest, moonlight streaking through the branches like pale blades.No patrols, scouts seen. And no form of resistance had been received. This was perfect.Finn smirked to himself.Delon was right. Knox won’t even smell us coming.Behind him, the men followed in tight formation. Until one of them slowed. It wasGamma Murray. He had been left out from the declaration of war to its preparation and now, he is being dragged into the slaughter's house. Being the gamma in just title, he wonders why he was chosen instead of the clever beta.His sharp eyes scanned the trees again… then the sky… then their direction.A frown formed.He stepped forward.“Alpha,” he said carefully, keeping his voice low, “we’re drifting west.”Finn didn’t look back. “I know.”“The Knox-Shade Pack territory is south.”“I said I know.”Murray hesitated. “Then… why are we—”Finn stopped w
Delon stood by the tall window of his chamber, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the distant treeline where Finn and his men had vanished hours ago.A slow, satisfied grin curved his lips.The fool had taken the bait.The door creaked open softly. A cloaked man slipped inside, his steps soundless against the stone floor. He dropped to one knee immediately, head bowed in submission.Delon did not turn.“Are they ready?” he asked calmly, his voice carrying an edge that made the air tighten.“Yes, my lord,” the man replied. “At your command, they will strike.”“Good.”Delon finally turned, his expression cold, stripped of all pretense. “The moment Finn steps into the forbidden region, he must die,” he said flatly. “No hesitation. Make no mistakes.”The cloaked man nodded.“And remember this well,” Delon continued, eyes narrowing. “The Gamma must not return alive.”The man stiffened for a fraction of a second before lowering his head again. “As you command, my lord.” He rose sw







