Rejected by My Mate, Protected by a Secret Alpha

That night was for Alden and me to talk of our mating bond. Instead, I watched him press his lips to Selene’s—the adopted she-wolf I’d once called little sister.

I ignored it, again and again, but when I confronted him, he dismissed me: “You’re imagining it. She’s like a sister.Stop causing trouble, Luna Liora.”

It wasn’t jealousy—it was betrayal. Now, at her feast, I watched them laugh by the fire pit like mates. Alden fed her moonwine, his hand on her waist as if she were his Luna. My wolf growled in agony.