The Alpha’s Bride Is Not the Luna
I’d just be standing there, fumbling, until he’d glance at me and say gently, “You don’t need to worry. You can always rely on me.”
At the time, those words warmed me. But now, replaying them in my mind, they only left a hollow ache. Maybe that was always the problem—Robert never saw me as his equal. To him, I was someone fragile, someone to shield… but never someone strong enough to stand beside him.
Here, thousands of miles away, I found someone who showed me a different answer.
James had told me Albert was the Alpha of the Blood Fang Pack. But he didn’t act like an untouchable Alpha. He didn’t coddle me, didn’t treat me like porcelain. Instead, he matched my steps, walking beside me—not a