Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

Back then, when we were just pups in pack school, his love burned with a fierce, untamed passion. As a future Alpha, Timothy carried himself with an air of authority, his broad frame and commanding presence making him stand out even then. Yet, for me, he was always gentle. He’d have an umbrella ready whenever it rained, shielding me from the storm. If I had a stomachache, he’d sit beside me, his strong hands patiently rubbing my belly until the pain eased. Late at night, when hunger struck, he’d slip out of the packhouse without a word of complaint, returning with whatever snack I craved.

In those days, I’d save my allowance for months just to buy him a new graphics card for his gaming rig, knowing how much he loved to unwind after long days of pack training. I’d plan his birthday gift a month in advance, carefully crafting something that would make him smile. We’d spend our winter and summer vacations traveling together, exploring forests and mountains, always in sync, always in step. Meeting him felt like the Moon Goddess herself had blessed me. For six years, we navigated the transition from pack school to our roles as adults in the Moonlight Pack, dreaming of a future together.

But now, he’s the one who’s crushed all those dreams. His actions, his betrayal—they’ve shattered the bond I once thought unbreakable. My wolf whimpers quietly in the back of my mind, a low, mournful sound that mirrors the ache in my chest. How could the Alpha I once trusted with my heart become the one who broke it?