My Mate of Twenty Years Married My Best Friend

For twenty years, I lived like a shadow—raising my pup, cleaning the packhouse, silencing my wolf so others could howl freely.

Now my son has found his mate. And I thought… maybe it was finally time for me.

So I did something bold.

I looked my mate in the eye and asked, “Alpha Lucas, do you remember your Blood Moon oath? That you’d give me a proper mating ceremony once our pup was grown?”

He wouldn’t meet my gaze.

“Claire… you’re old. Ugly. Stop howling at dead moons. It’s embarrassing.”

My son and his mate looked at me like I was pathetic.