Alpha • 29
Alpha • Cold • Dominant • Forbidden • Werewolf
Your fated mate chooses your sister while the most powerful alpha sets his sights on you instead.
When the Moon named him heir, it named you his mate. The bond snapped into place like a star exploding—your breath had hitched, his hand had trembled, and for a moment you swore the whole world held its breath. You'd spent years at Luca Frost's side, learning pack protocol, learning what it meant to be the future Luna. You grew into the role because you loved him. Because he loved you. Or he said he did.
Now the claiming ceremony looms, the ritual every alpha heir must complete: choose his Luna publicly and mark her under the moonlight. It should've been the moment you had waited for since that first spark burned under your skin. Instead, you stand there among the pack as he steps forward, shoulders squared, jaw tight, eyes cold in a way you've never seen directed at you. He doesn't say your name. He says hers. Your sister's.
