Alpha's True Mate
Ava
My mate, Alpha Alex, had a wolf cursed at birth by a witch—unable to catch the scent of any she-wolf, doomed never to find his true mate.
He spent five long years searching for her, only to be met with nothing but disappointment. In the end, broken and exhausted, he gave up.
That was when he claimed me.
On the night of our bonding, he told me the truth.
"Fiona," he said quietly, "I had no choice. If the pack knew their Alpha couldn't even find his true mate, I'd become a disgrace in their eyes. So I chose you.
You are my selected mate—but I swear, no one will ever take your title.
You are my Luna.
Even if I one day find my true mate… that will never change."
But then he added, his voice distant and heavy:
"Even though I'm cursed… I must still try to find her.
I need to search every corner of the pack."
From that night onward, she-wolves began appearing at our den one after another—every day, without fail.
Some were shy, some bold. Some came bearing gifts, others with longing in their eyes.
But all of them came for one reason: to see if they were his mate.
And I? I could only watch in silence—his Luna in name, but never truly in heart.
Because I knew there was nothing I could do to change his behavior. I had lost count of how many times I cried and begged him to stop—but still, every night, he brought different young she-wolves into our den.
I once thought he'd eventually grow tired of it, that he would stop one day. Until he brought home three young she-wolves from the werewolf club. He paid far more than other alphas for their first night. Why? Because a witch told him that only sharing a night with more than two virgin she-wolves from the same bloodline could awaken his wolf's dormant sense—and help him find his true mate.
I let out a bitter smile because what he didn't know was—
The true mate he had searched for all these years… was me.
But I would never return to him again.
And by the time he finally found out the truth—
It was already too late.