The Alpha Gave My Spot to an Omega, Now He Begs

I bled for my Royal Guard Academy slot. My future Alpha, Silas, the wolf I loved for fifteen years, signed it over to a helpless Omega without blinking.

The night my rogue father nearly beat me to death, I used the emergency charm Silas gave me. He told me to stop faking it and cut the connection. He was watching the sunrise with her.

So I fought my way into the Academy with a shattered wrist and three cracked ribs. I won. I left. I became Royal Commander.

Now he's given up his pack, his title, everything. He says it's me or no one.

Too late, Alpha.