The Alpha's Dead First Love

Everyone knew the story. Every year, he pushed deep into the brutal wilderness, charting untamed lands and crawling back covered in bloody claw marks, always swearing it was all to build enough power to claim me as his Luna.

Even when he coughed up blood deep in the mountains without stopping to heal, he just licked his wounds and kept moving forward.

On the night of the Ascension Ceremony—after our new territory was established and the pack had safely migrated—he was officially crowned Alpha. He declared he was finally strong enough to give me a life of peace and security.