Everyone thought I was just an Omega clinging to Alpha Pheisarâï»ż
gentle, silent, unworthy of love.
In his eyes, I was nothing more than a burden the Moon Goddess tossed his way.
But the moment he held Seleneâs hand and vowed a mate-bond at the Moonlit Altar,
I finally understood â I had never mattered.
He never kept a promise, never cared about the wolf-soul I burned to keep him alive.
So I rejected him. He thought I was being dramaticâuntil I bonded with the âcomatose Alphaâ everyone believed would never wake.
When he knelt at my ceremony and roared âI only want you,â
I simply replied: âToo late.â
What they never knew was thisâ
I was never a vine to be pulled or broken.
I can stitch a wedding gown with devotion,
and cut off a rotting love just as cleanly.
I can be softâ
and I can be resolute.
The day I married Alpha Zander, no one expected him to wakeâmuch less fall for me.
But the first time I whispered âMateâ in his arms, the ice around him melted into pure devotion.
And in the quiet dark, his hand firm on my waist, he murmured:
âPheisar is downstairs begging againâŠIâm feeling jealous. Youâll have to make it up to me.â
This timeâ
Pheisar will learn what kind of treasure he threw away.
And Zander will know the partner in his hands is worth a lifetime of love.