Broken by the Beta, Loved by the Alpha

Just a week before our wedding, Beta Ashton, my stern and naturally cold mate, got a name inscribed on his forearm.

'My Bella'

'Bella', a name given to me by him. My loving efforts had paid off and to know that I could have a place in my mate's heart whom I loved for so long made me tear up. I could see him opening upto me in future and maybe loving me as much as I did.

But before I could live the false dream any longer, I got a call from the packhouse from our gamma who asked me to hurry up for my mate was terribly drunk and among all the chaos I saw Ashton standing before a beautiful…