When My Alpha Chose Her, I Chose Myself

My mate, Alpha Nathan Lynch, renowned for his expertise in healing rare diseases, gave the only dose of a groundbreaking medication to Siena Hawkins, a Delta in our pack who suffers from the same rare blood disease I do. On the brink of death, I watched as he made the choice to save her without a moment’s hesitation. As I lay there, blood pouring from my mouth, feeling the shadow of death closing in, intrusive thoughts flickered through my mind: *Don’t blame Nathan; Siena once made sacrifices for him. She gave up a pregnancy for him. He’s just trying to repay her by giving her the medicine.* *This is a tragic story with an inevitable ending for the heroine. But Nathan will eventually realize his mistake.* I found it absurd. Should I die just to make an Alpha see the light? I couldn’t accept such a fate. As an Omega, I had always been at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, but I refused to let that define my end. Nathan held Siena tenderly, his Alpha aura radiating concern as he asked, “Are you feeling any side effects after taking the medication?” Meanwhile, I was on the floor, coughing up blood, every inch of my body in agony.

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I stared at him in disbelief, my heart pounding in my chest.

He had never spoken to me like this before. No matter the situation, he used to say, "Maeve, you're my mate, my Luna, and you'll always come first." Throughout all our years together, he had never raised his voice at me, let alone used his Alpha tone to assert dominance. Yet now, because of Siena, he called me disgusting, his words laced with a venom that cut deeper than any physical wound.

["She deserves it; she brought it upon herself."]

["Alpha Nathan wouldn’t have gotten angry if she hadn’t insisted on rejecting the mate bond."]

["Exactly, what’s the point of fighting for a life that feels like it’s slipping away?"]

The whispers of the pack members around me echoed in my ears, their voices cold and judgmental. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as blood surged up, forcing me to cough it out. Nathan didn’t notice; he was too busy carrying Siena out of the lab, his focus entirely on her. The stark white floor was stained with my blood, a stark reminder of my frailty. Beside me, the machines beeped urgently, signaling my irregular heartbeat.

Am I going to perish? I still have so much to do. I mustered all my strength to get up, only to be stopped by one of Nathan’s Deltas.

"Luna Maeve," he said, his tone formal but firm, "Alpha Nathan has instructed that you cannot leave."

"Why?" I asked angrily, my voice trembling despite my best efforts.

What right does he have to imprison me? I’m his mate, his Luna, even if he seems to have forgotten that.

"Because… Alpha Nathan said Delta Siena just took her medication and is still under observation. Seeing you could unsettle her."

I stumbled backward, overwhelmed. It’s Siena, always Siena! And what about me? What am I to him? Nathan once told me he couldn’t bear to see Siena suffer, not after everything she’s done for the pack. That’s why he brought her into the lab. But ever since that day, Nathan’s every action has revolved around her. Whenever there’s something good, he thinks of her first, as if I’m nothing more than an afterthought.

My wolf whined softly in the back of my mind, a sound of pain and confusion. *Why does he treat you like this?* she asked, her voice tinged with sorrow. *You’re his mate. He should protect you, not push you aside.*

I didn’t have an answer for her. All I knew was that the bond between us, once so strong and unbreakable, now felt like a chain, binding me to a man who no longer seemed to care.

The room felt suffocating, the weight of the pack’s judgment pressing down on me. I could feel their eyes on me, their silent accusations. To them, I was weak, unworthy of being their Luna. And maybe they were right. Maybe I was just a pebble under their feet, something to be discarded without a second thought.

But I couldn’t give up. Not yet. I still had a spark of defiance left, a refusal to let Nathan or anyone else dictate my fate. I wiped the blood from my lips and straightened my shoulders, determined to fight for myself, even if no one else would.

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The scent of rosemary and seared steak filled the kitchen, a smell that usually brought comfort, but tonight, it only fueled the knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. I hummed a soft, trembling tune—one of the few things my grandmother had left me—as I arranged the garnish on the plate. It was our third anniversary. Three years of silence. Three years of sleeping in the guest room while my mate, Alpha Ryker Davis, pretended I didn’t exist. But tonight, I had hope. I had prepared his favorite meal. Maybe, just maybe, the Moon Goddess would finally soften his heart. The heavy oak doors of the pack house burst open, slamming against the walls with a violence that made me jump. A gust of wind swept through the hallway, carrying a scent that made my blood run cold.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.5

After My Brothers Rejected Me, My Prince Claimed Me

8.5

My trembling fingers smoothed down the simple gown I'd spent weeks sewing, incorporating threads from Luna Catherine's old robes—a symbol of the family I desperately wanted to officially join. Tonight was my Coming of Age Ceremony, the night I'd finally discover which of the Harrison brothers was my fated mate. After fourteen years of being raised alongside them, the answer would finally be revealed. *Are you nervous?* Hope, my inner wolf, whispered through our mental connection. "Terrified," I admitted, adjusting the silver crescent moon pendant around my neck—a gift from Alpha Marcus on my sixteenth birthday. "But excited too. We'll finally know where we truly belong." The grand hall of the Silver Moon Pack house was illuminated with hundreds of candles, casting a warm glow over the gathered pack members. I stood at the entrance, heart thundering in my chest as all eyes turned to me. The Harrison family waited on the raised dais—Alpha Marcus and Luna Catherine standing tall and proud, their three sons lined up beside them. Marcus Jr., the future Alpha, stood with his shoulders squared, his dark eyes scanning the crowd with the confidence of a born leader.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.2

After My Mate Betrayed Me with My Childhood Enemy

8.2

The ballroom of the Hamilton Pack House was suffocating, despite the grand double doors thrown open to the cool night air. Crystal chandeliers dripped light onto the polished floors, illuminating the sea of wolves dressed in their finest silks and suits. They were here to celebrate the one-year anniversary of the alliance between the Hamiltons and the Hunters—and, unofficially, to whisper about the heir growing inside me. I rested a hand on the swell of my belly, wincing as a sharp kick radiated against my ribs. My ankles were swollen in these ridiculous heels, and my back ached with a dull, persistent throb. But as the Luna of the Hunter Moon Pack and the daughter of Alpha Hamilton, I had a role to play. I had to be the glowing, happy wife. "Where are you, Lucas?" I murmured, scanning the crowd. My eyes snagged on my father, Alpha Hamilton, laughing too loudly near the buffet. He held a glass of champagne in one hand, his other resting possessively on the lower back of a woman whose face I couldn't quite see.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.6

Betrayed by My Fated Mate

9.6

The Blue Moon hung heavy and luminous in the night sky, casting silver light across the ceremonial grounds. I stood before the full-length mirror in my chambers, smoothing down the white silk dress my mother had commissioned months ago for this exact moment. The fabric clung to my curves, elegant and pure—the perfect dress for a Luna-to-be. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, practically purring with anticipation. Tonight. Finally, tonight. "You look beautiful, sweetheart," my father said from the doorway, his Alpha presence filling the room with warmth. Marcus Patterson, leader of the Crescent Moon Pack, looked at me with such pride that my chest tightened. "Do you think he'll finally do it?" I whispered, hating how vulnerable I sounded. "Mark me?" Dad's expression softened.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.2

Betrayed Luna's New Beginning

9.2

The ceremonial white gown flowed around my body like liquid moonlight as I stood in the grand hall of Silver Ridge Pack. My fingers trembled slightly as I smoothed the delicate fabric, my heart racing with anticipation. Today was supposed to be the pinnacle of my five years with Ryan—our mate ceremony would finally bind us completely. "Are you ready, my Luna?" Elder Marian's weathered hands adjusted my silver circlet, her eyes crinkling with maternal pride. I nodded, unable to find words through the lump of emotion in my throat. Inside me, my wolf Aria purred with contentment. *Finally, finally, we'll be truly his.* The hall buzzed with activity as pack members arranged ceremonial candles around the sacred bonfire pit. Flower garlands perfumed the air, their scent mingling with the woodsmoke. My father, Alpha Richard Walsh, stood tall by the ceremonial altar, his powerful presence commanding respect even in this moment of celebration. "Victoria." His voice softened as he approached.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.6

He Left Me for His Luna, Then Came Back

8.6

I told myself I was fine. I'd been telling myself that for eight years, so by now I was pretty good at it. The bonfire was enormous — the kind Silverfang only built for ceremonies, stacked high with pine and cedar until the flames reached above the cliff's edge and threw orange light across the whole ridge. Below us, the river ran black and fast in the dark. I could hear it if I stood close enough to the railing. I didn't stand close. I stood near the back of the crowd instead, where the firelight barely reached, and I watched Harrison place his hand on Alia Mitchell's waist. His touch was easy. Practiced. The kind of touch that said he'd decided.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

When My Alpha Chose Her, I Chose Myself

Chapter 3

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