Mated to a Heart I Can’t Claim
At the Crestwood Academy gala, a voice cut through the noise. We stood before a wall of portraits, our past selves staring back at us.
"To our time at the academy. Three words."
Victoria, the academy's fallen golden girl, raised her glass. She'd been silent for years.
"Strength. Passion."
She paused. Her gaze, hot as an ember, locked onto the one wolf every eye was already on—my mate.
"And... Caspen."
A hush fell over the room.
They were the academy's most tragic couple. Caspen, the reckless Alpha. Victoria, the radiant pureblood. Their love had been a wildfire, wild and consuming.
But they had broken apart on the night of the Blood Moon, just before graduation.
Every wolf here had witnessed their legend.
Including me.
I glanced at Caspen. His power was a physical weight in the air.
That untamed wolf had sheathed his claws. He was my mate now.
The Alpha of Alphas. Powerful. Composed.
But his heart was not mine.