เรื่องสั้นแนว Tragic Love และนิยาย Alpha Countdown

The third time Jake—my fated mate and Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack—forced me to swear a blood oath and sever our mate bond to protect his pampered new Omega, I cut my palm without a word. His hand went still around his cigar. For a long moment, he looked down at me. Then a low, mocking laugh slipped from his throat. “When did my Luna get so obedient?” “Did you finally realize throwing tantrums won’t bring me back, so now you’re trying a new trick to get my attention?” I pulled my collar aside, exposing the faded mark on my neck—already dulled by medication—and kept my voice flat. “No. I’m just done fighting for you.” He didn’t know the Council had already approved my petition to leave the pack. After midnight tonight, he would never feel my wolf again.

After tricking Alpha Caleb into signing the agreement to dissolve our mate bond, I finally became the kind of understanding wife he had always wanted. When Caleb spent the entire night looking after his childhood friend, Vivian, I stopped calling to ask when he would come home. When the Pack held banquets, I stopped waiting for him to accompany me and attended alone. Even when I suffered a miscarriage and underwent surgery at the hospital, I didn't tell him. I handled every procedure by myself. He knew nothing about it. At first, he was extremely pleased with how understanding and independent I'd become. "Elena, I'm glad you've finally come to your senses. You've realized you don't need to depend on me for everything." But everything changed at his birthday celebration. His childhood friend, Vivian, took a liking to the moonstone necklace around my neck. The entire room fell silent. It was the necklace that symbolized the Luna's position, personally crafted by Caleb himself. I'd never taken it off in six years. Everyone in the Pack knew how much it meant to me. Caleb assumed I was about to make a scene, so he instinctively stepped in front of Vivian. "She's just a little spoiled. Don't take it personally." I didn't argue. I simply unclasped the necklace and handed it to Vivian. "You can have it." But Caleb's expression darkened instantly.

The day of our Mating Ceremony finally arrived. As the Elder stood before the pack, his voice booming as he announced the exchange of our soul-binding rings, Julian—the man standing across from me—suddenly spoke. "Actually," he said, his voice cutting through the sacred silence. "I’ve been fucking Chloe." I froze. He didn't even blink as he watched the color drain from my face. "While you were busy trying on your ceremonial gown, we were in the dressing room right next to yours," he continued, his tone chillingly conversational. "She couldn't help but scream when she climaxed. You actually thought she was falling ill; you spent ten minutes checking on her through the door, worried sick." "Later, while she stood by your side helping you pick out jewelry, her legs were shaking so hard she could barely stand." In that instant, I felt the blood turn to ice in my veins. Stiffly, I turned my head toward the woman standing in the front row, wearing a radiant smile. Chloe. She was waving her bouquet, cheering my name at the top of her lungs. Just an hour ago, she had been brushing tears from her eyes as she straightened the train of my dress, squeezing my hands and telling me I deserved all the happiness in the world. "Even just now, while you were preparing for the ritual, she was riding me," Julian added, his voice dropping to a low, rough growl. "She got so worked up her claws shredded the skin on my back." He looked down at the silver band in his hand—the ring he had yet to slide onto my finger—with total indifference. "I’m laying it all out there, Elara," he said. "Whether you still want the title of Luna is entirely up to you."

In my past life, weaponized liquid silver flooded the vault. I begged my fated Alpha, Declan, through our mind-link. He called my crying annoying, shattered our bond, and took every warrior to rescue his lost first love. I died alone in the freezing silver mist, carrying our five-month-old pup. Later, they said Declan went mad. At his forced mating ceremony with Talia, he ripped his own Alpha core apart, begging the Moon Goddess for a second chance to protect me. The Moon Goddess granted it. Yet the moment I opened my eyes, the heavy blast-door was already locked from the outside. He had sealed me in again, rushing to the harbor for the same woman. His so-called "second chance" was just another death sentence with my name on it. As toxic fumes poured through the vents, a strange peace washed over me. Two lifetimes of this mate bond. I'm done.

When Reese, Alpha of the Blood Moon Wolf Pack, was pursuing me, he always said I was the moonlight that had fallen directly into his territory. I possessed ancestral vampire blood that resurfaced in my generation, leaving me naturally light-sensitive and unable to endure the sun for long. While others checked the temperature before going outside, Reese checked the UV index. He had the highest-grade solar tint installed on his car windows and never let me step out into the daylight without holding an umbrella over my head. While the entire pack marveled at his devotion, he would smile and reply, "She was born deserving the absolute best of everything." That was until he rescued a rogue wolf named Selena during a border patrol and brought her back to live with the pack. She hid my umbrellas and snatched my sun hats, but every time I voiced my grievances, Reese would just gently brush it off. "She doesn't mean any harm. She's just used to running wild out there and likes to play around. Don't take it to heart." So when she invited me up to the glasshouse conservatory to admire the flowers together, I didn't suspect a thing. Until the door locked behind me. Midday sunlight poured through the glass dome, and my skin immediately began to burn and swell. I called desperately for Reese again and again. It wasn't until my tenth call that he finally answered, his voice laced with gentle coaxing. "Just bear with it a little longer, okay? Selena sprained her ankle on the way down, and she's crying her eyes out. I'll be right back up as soon as I help her out. Try moving into the shade for now." Except that the sun was directly overhead, leaving nowhere to hide. I was nearly unconscious from the excruciating pain by the time the door was finally unlocked. As Reese scooped me up in his arms, Selena pouted. "You just spoil her way too much. It was only fifteen minutes. How bad could it actually be?" Reese's hands were trembling as he held me, yet he still made excuses for her. "Alright, that's enough. Fifteen minutes is a long time." Selena giggled. "I bet she'd tan, and you bet she'd stay just as pale no matter what." "So who actually won the bet?" In the end, he won that little wager, but I had already left his territory for good.

At two in the morning, when the pack elders' urgent summons came, I had just crawled out from beneath my childhood sweetheart, the Alpha heir Slade. My body was still aching from his rough possession. As the only human healer in the entire Blackwood Pack, I was ordered to prepare herbs as a gift for Slade's marriage alliance with the Thorne Pack. I gently lifted Slade's arm from where it was wrapped around me. After a night of passion, his powerful Alpha body was still radiating a feverish heat. I assumed this was just another wolf princess he needed to turn away, so I poked his chest playfully and asked with a smile, "Slade, what excuse are you going to use the 99th time? That you've suddenly developed an allergy to the princess?" He rolled over and kissed my forehead, his eyes heavy with sleep. "My sweet girl, this time the herbs must be prepared by you, and you alone. The success of this alliance rests on your shoulders." I froze. For the past ten years, I had been his secret solace, the one who soothed his violent rages every night. I thought I would earn a formal bonding ceremony, sooner or later. But in that moment, I understood. I was just a convenience, a body for him to use. If that was all I was to him, then I would burn everything we had to the ground. I made a call to my old mentor at the National Institute of Medicine, Professor Sterling. "Professor, that research position regarding gene... is it still open? I'm ready to return to the human world." But when that arrogant Alpha, who claimed we were 'just friends' and 'strictly professional,' discovered he could no longer catch even a faint scent of me in the air, he completely lost his mind.

That day we moved into the apartment next to the university, the three boys I’d grown up with started discussing room assignments. There were four bedrooms in total. The second-largest bedroom went to Xavier, the future Alpha heir. The two identical ones went to Lucas, the future Beta, and Victor, the future Gamma. As for the largest bedroom, the one with the best sunlight? They gave it to Lydia. Lydia was the girl the pack had only recently found and brought home. And I was the childhood sweetheart who had grown up with them. I stood at the doorway dragging my suitcase and asked: “Then where do I sleep?” The three of them froze for a moment, as if they’d only just remembered I existed. Lucas said, “You’re always going out of town for academic conferences anyway. The storage room will do.” Xavier, the one who had a marriage contract with me, was still making the last bed for Lydia. He didn’t even look up: “She’s been wandering outside for so long. She finally has a home.” “Cecilia, you don’t mind, right?” They had always believed I wouldn’t mind. Because I had been independent since childhood. I could walk alone through blizzards, and I could always clean up the messes they made. So they could give my room to Lydia and even forget that Xavier and I still had a marriage contract. Since there was no place for me here anymore, there was no reason for me to stay. I lowered my head, opened my phone, and signed the transfer application to Frostwood Academy. In three days I would leave Blackthorn Pack and join the confidential research project that had already invited me long ago. They had already excluded me from their future. This time, I would completely withdraw from their world.

Because I was born under the Moon’s blessing, my body ripened earlier than any she-wolf my age. On the night of my eighteenth turning, my brother—fearing I’d be force-claimed by brutes—entrusted me to his blood-oath brother: Silas, Alpha of the Northern Peak. The first time we met, his golden eyes locked on my bared neck and never left. His fangs sank into my scent gland that very night, claiming me beneath the full moon. For four years since, I’ve been his scribe by dawn light, and his whore by moonrise. He trained my body to fit his every hunger, covering me in bite marks, yet never left the Mating Mark that would make me his true mate. Four years later, his confidante from the Central Territories returned. He tore from my heat-soaked sheets without a backward glance, racing to the moon-platform to greet her. I followed, stomach hollow, scent glands throbbing with his phantom claim. Only an hour before, his hand—scarred from my own teeth—had clamped over my mouth as he rutted me into the furs. Now, before the assembled Pack, he stroked another woman’s silver hair. “Amara, don’t show that jealous look. Have you forgotten—four years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was moon-mad.” “This tantrum is unbecoming.” He was right. I had chosen this life myself. But when I finally chose to leave him, he was the first to break.

The day before our marking ceremony, a vengeful witch laid a curse on me. Over the next seven days, I would slowly forget the man I loved. For the two hours it took Adrian Blackwood to return to the packhouse, I rehearsed a dozen different ways to tell him. After all, he had once defied the Elders to make me—an Omega—his Luna. But before I could say a word, Adrian took my hand, his features hardening with urgency. “Evelyn, we may have to postpone tomorrow’s ceremony.” “Serena is back from the Frostlands Pack. She’s been diagnosed with Wolf-Soul Wasting. Her dying wish is to experience a complete marking ceremony before she goes.” “You and I have the rest of our lives. Once she returns to the Moon Goddess, I’ll hold another ceremony and make you my Luna. All right?” He looked at me with the same quiet hope he had worn the night he asked me to be his mate. Only now, he was asking my permission to hold a marking ceremony with another woman first. I held his gaze for a long moment, then nodded. “All right,” I whispered. “You have my blessing.” Within seven days, I would not even remember the man I had given it to.

I had waited for him for eight years. I thought I was the love of his life. I thought waiting so long for him to takeover his pack would prove to him my love. But her pictures filled his laptop when he had none of me. I was just a joke to him and his pack. But not anymore. Instead of getting bound to him, it is best to set him free. So l left and he lost his mind trying to find me.

I was reborn on the night the Alpha lost control to dark magic, his heat spiraling out of his grasp. This time, I didn't become his remedy. Instead, I called his true love—my own sister. In my past life, I fell in love with Nicholas, the Alpha of our pack. When I learned he'd been cursed by ancient dark magic and couldn't control his heat, I made a choice I shouldn't have. I didn't push him away. A month later, I found out I was pregnant. As an Alpha, Nicholas needed an heir. The Council of Elders forced him to hold a marking ceremony with me. On the day of the ceremony, Leah couldn't accept it. She ran from pack territory. Rogue wolves attacked her. Before she died, Leah sent Nicholas ninety-nine distress signals through the mind-link. But Nicholas was in the middle of the marking ceremony—at my request—and never answered. Not once. Afterward, when the pack brought back what was left of Leah's body, his face remained eerily calm. But on the night of our pup's first full moon, he poisoned me with wolfsbane. Before I died, I heard his voice, cold as ice. "If you hadn't gotten pregnant, I wouldn't have been forced to mark you. I wouldn't have missed Leah's call for help. Her death is on you. And you're going to pay for it." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night Nicholas fell victim to the curse.

A legend exists among the werewolf packs. If mates who form their mate bond at the Moon Goddess' altar under the full moon miss their full-moon rendezvous three times in a row, it means they aren't meant to be together. Randy Foster stands me up seven times, and I become an outcast among the pack as they accuse me of blaspheming the Moon Goddess. The first time, he brings Annie Pike around the territory. "Nora, please be understanding. Annie just got here, and everything is new to her. As the Alpha, it's my duty to help her settle in and become part of the pack." Randy gently strokes my cheek, his voice soft. "I promise I'll take you south to see the flowers in full bloom once winter is over." I choose to believe him, only to end up waiting for five years. Over the next five years, he shows Annie around the territory, helps her fit into the pack, and teaches her combat skills and healing techniques. Meanwhile, I get disappointed again and again as I wait for him, becoming the pack's laughingstock. Every wolf mocks me. "Randy is the Alpha, and Annie is the future of the pack's healing center. You're just an Omega. Stop deluding yourself into thinking you can be with the Alpha." Randy's voice echoes in my mind again, "Nora, just wait a few more days. Annie's entry into the healing center cannot be delayed." I don't wait for him like I used to. Instead, I pack my bags and prepare to leave. I don't need anyone to accompany me. I can make it to the south on my own.

Halfway through the mating ceremony between Alpha Kalev Talbot and me, he suddenly abandoned me at the altar. This is the third time that he's walked out on our mating ceremony. Mom is so enraged that she suffers a heart attack and collapses before the altar, never to open her eyes again. I force myself to hold it together and see the guests off before handling Mom's funeral arrangements all alone. However, later that night, I come across a social media post from Freya Redstone. She was holding hands with Kalev in the photo, with their fingers interlaced. The caption reads, "He promised me that he would always rush back to me every time I went into heat, no matter where he was." I feel my heart aching with agonizing pain. Tears fall uncontrollably from my eyes. It seems that Kalev will always prioritize his childhood best friend, Freya, over me every time, no matter what the occasion. After all, he's already halted our mating ceremony time and time again just for her sake. The first time, it was because Freya had a fever, and he had to take her to the healing center first. The second time, it was because Freya was going on a blind date, and he wanted to help vet the suitor. It's not that I've never confronted him about it before. However, each time, he will say, "Don't overthink it. Freya doesn't have anyone else to rely on, and I'm the only friend she has left. I can't just ignore her. "But you're my mate and the partner that I chose. You're the one I love the most. You need to be more understanding." Kalev finally returns in the early hours of the morning, still reeking of Freya's cloying scent. When he sees Mom's urn on the mantelpiece, he frowns and says, "Ariel Whiteclaw! Are you deliberately putting this grim thing on display just to show your displeasure? "Freya suddenly went into heat, and if I hadn't gone to soothe her, her life would have been in grave danger! "Fine, it was my fault for leaving abruptly today. I'll make it up to you with an even grander ceremony afterward." I reply calmly, "There's no need. Let's just end this here." Kalev doesn't know that I will be leaving Southstorm Pack for good in just three days. From then on, he'll be able to protect Freya for the rest of his life. But there will be no place for him in the rest of mine.

My wolf was diagnosed with severe decay, and the healer said that without aggressive treatment, I had only three days left to live. I called my parents, clinging to a sliver of hope, wanting to beg them to give me some money for treatment. On the sixty-sixth attempt, the call finally went through. My father, the Beta of the BloodMoon Pack, roared with fury over the receiver. "Enough, Amelia! Do you have any idea that today is your little sister's Awakening Rite?! We're all very busy and have no time to listen to your lies!" My mother, the most skilled healer in the pack, snatched the phone. "Amelia, if you're really feeling unwell, go pick some herbs and eat them. It can't be anything serious anyway." The call was ruthlessly hung up, and I stood frozen in place. In the face of my adoptive sister's Awakening Rite, even the fact that I was about to die meant nothing to them. I wiped my tears, held the diagnosis written by the healer, and walked into the office of the Elder of Records. "Hello," I said softly. "I would like to apply for a death certificate for myself."

I was a fallen angel with broken wings. A vampire count imprisoned me because my celestial light was the only power that could suppress his childhood sweetheart’s curse. Then Cassian Vale, the Lycan King, slaughtered his way into the fortress and carried me out. He crowned me his Luna and cherished me for three years. I thought he was my salvation, until I overheard him speaking to the vampire count. “Evelyne’s curse is returning,” the count said. “If Seraphina goes back to Heaven, Evelyne will die.” “She won’t leave,” Cassian replied. “Why do you think I made her my mate?” “The chains in your dungeon could only hold her for so long. Love will bind her to me, and keep her from ever returning to Heaven.” Only then did I understand. They had always loved the same woman.  My salvation had been a lie. So I sent one final prayer to Heaven. In three days, I would return to where I belonged. And he would never see me again, not in this life, nor in any other.

Without Kaelen's knowledge, I had his little plaything sent out of North America. That same night, he cast a blood-vine curse on my parents, banishing them to the wilds—a wasteland prowled by rogues. He was going to trade my parents' lives for the whereabouts of his plaything. Kaelen pushed a communication crystal in front of me. Inside it, my parents were ensnared by blood-red vines, the thorns digging deep into their flesh. Drops of dark crimson blood fell, one by one, onto the barren earth. A countdown timer pulsed in stark red digits on their chests. 23:59:59 23:59:58 He sat across from me, a black suit tailored to perfection molded to his lean, powerful frame. His long fingers tapped a light, steady rhythm on the solid wood table, as if he were waiting for a trivial business deal to close. "Estelle, you have twenty-four hours." His voice was low and calm, laced with a venomous tenderness. "Tell me, where did you send Cassandra?"

When Evelyn Berkeley signed the contract, she thought she was one step away from happiness. She'd loved Liam Dudley for ten years. She'd given him her heart the moment she first saw him at 15, even though their marriage had been a "deal" from the start. For three years, she'd been his hidden Luna, the assistant he could summon at will, and the mate he slept with but refused to have a child with. She put up with his coldness, his neglect, and his betrayal, because she still held on to one naive hope. Maybe someday, he'd finally see her. Then her half sister, Lily Berkeley, came back. Evelyn was pushed down the stairs. Pregnant with twins, she lay in a pool of blood while her husband swept another woman into his arms and walked away. Only then did she understand. Some love can't be taken back once you've given it, and some people will never love you back. The day she signed the papers to dissolve their mate contract, the proud Alpha finally bowed his head. But some wounds can't be healed by a belated "I love you," and real love takes a lifetime to prove. This is a story about mistaken identity, missed chances, and choosing again. When love has burned to ash, can it ever be lit again?

I was an omega from the Silverpine Pack, and somehow I’d fallen in love with its alpha, Adrian Blackwood. Everyone assumed I was after the Luna title. His childhood friend Sienna was the loudest about it. “I know women like her. The moment she’s sure you can’t live without her, she’ll tell you what she really wants.” To prove I wasn’t that kind of woman, I never accepted a single expensive gift from him during our three years together. We talked about a mate ceremony, but we never went through with the marking. On our third anniversary, I spent six months’ savings on a pair of custom cuff links for him. I had another surprise in my bag: the clinic report confirming I was pregnant. Then I reached the private dining room and heard Sienna laugh. “I bet she got you something ridiculously expensive. Spend a little now, play the devoted girlfriend, and cash in on a lifetime as Luna. Smart, isn’t it?” Adrian sat beside her and said nothing. When I went in with the gift, Sienna asked me point-blank if I wanted to be Luna. I looked at Adrian, waiting for him to shut her down. Instead, he asked, “When you first came to me, did the title really mean nothing to you?” My fingers tightened around the report I hadn’t had the chance to show him. Sienna’s doubts had taken root in him after all. That night, I accepted a job in Canada and booked a flight out. If Adrian couldn’t trust me, our child and I would make a life without him.

After I lost the baby, I gave up everything my mate, Alpha Rhydian, hated. I stopped using our bond to sense where he was. I could sleep soundly even when he didn't come back to our bedroom all night. I didn't even tell him when a rogue's silver blade sliced my arm during a border skirmish. The pack doctor told me to notify my family. I just answered calmly, "I don't have a family." The doctor recognized me. "You're the Luna. Alpha Rhydian is at headquarters. Should I inform him?" I shook my head gently. "No, don't." But half an hour later, Rhydian came anyway. His tall frame cast a shadow over me, his voice ice-cold. "You're hurt. Why didn't you call me through the mind link?" I lowered my eyes. "It's just a scratch. No need to bother the Alpha." A low growl rumbled in his chest. The air crackled with his fury. He was about to speak when a guard whispered outside the door, "The Alpha cares so much for Isla. She just pricked her finger on a rose thorn, and he gave her the pack's most precious moonlight herb." I saw his jaw clench. His gray-blue eyes shot to me, searching for the jealous rage I always used to show. I gave him nothing. Not even a blink. I just leaned back against the cheap hospital pillows and closed my eyes. But Rhydian's composure finally shattered.

Three years ago, my Alpha mate, Grayson Blackthorn, has a dream in which he falls for an Omega who works at a flower shop and does countless things to hurt me for her sake. When I hear about it, I don't take it seriously. Instead, I laugh and tease him, "And then what?" Grayson pins me beneath him and kisses me fiercely. "Then, you got me drunk and tricked me into breaking our mate bond. By the time I woke up, you were gone, and I couldn't find you anywhere." He claims it's just a ridiculous dream, yet he starts avoiding alcohol, steering clear of every flower shop, and keeping his distance from every Omega. He even develops severe separation anxiety. It got so bad that our pack's healer, Ravenna Nocturne, has to intervene regularly. To put Grayson's mind at ease, I do everything I can to show him that I love him and depend on him more. Gradually, we forget all about that dream. On our fourth wedding anniversary, a seemingly pure and fragile Omega named Avery Darkcrest appears before me with a bouquet of white lilies in her hands. The flowers nearly send me into anaphylactic shock because of my severe lily allergy. The council demands that Avery be expelled from the pack, but Grayson steps in front of me to protect her. "Avery didn't do it on purpose. Don't make things difficult for her." As I watch him shield her with his body, I know that nightmare is beginning to come true. In the dream, Grayson leaves me utterly broken, and it takes me a long time to finally walk away. But this time, I need only five days.