After His Betrayal, I Chose His Alpha Brother

Invited to her best friend Dylan's wedding, Allison Mason stood at the edge of the bustling reception hall, her thoughts drifting to her own impending mate pairing ceremony. Dylan, a Gamma in her pack and her closest confidant, nudged her playfully. "So, when's your big day?" he asked with a grin.

"In a month," Allison replied, her voice steady but her heart fluttering with anticipation.

Her fiancé, Neil Kelly, a Delta in the pack, overheard and interjected with a dismissive tone, "Let's wait a bit longer." His words were sharp, cutting through the festive atmosphere like a cold wind.

As their voices overlapped, Neil shot Allison a look filled with accusation and irritation. "Are you really trying to rush me into this?" he demanded, his alpha tone laced with disdain.

Allison held her ground, but the weight of his words lingered. That night, under the pretense of attending a pack gathering, Neil spent hours with Fatima Ross, an Omega in the pack. Allison knew better than to confront him. Instead, she calmly picked up her phone and made a call. "The ceremony will go on as planned," she said firmly.

Fortunately, the person she intended to pair with wasn’t Neil.

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At midnight, Allison’s phone buzzed with a video from an unknown number. Curious, she opened it.

The clip showed a dimly lit club, the air thick with energy. Neil’s fair skin stood out against the vibrant dance floor as he moved to the music, his body language carefree and unrestrained. A girl approached him, her arms wrapping around his waist. Neil didn’t push her away. Instead, he smirked, leaned in, and kissed her without hesitation.

Allison recognized the girl immediately. It was Marina Johnson, a rogue werewolf and Neil’s first love. Marina’s reappearance had been the talk of the pack, stirring up old memories of their college days when they were inseparable. Back then, Allison hadn’t given it much thought, assuming it was just young love. But now, watching the video, the last glimmer of hope within her faded.

She called Neil, but he didn’t answer. Moments later, the number’s owner sent a taunting message: "Even if you pair with him, what difference does it make? He still loves me." Allison ignored it and blocked the number, her jaw tightening with resolve.

Determined to uncover the truth, she called Robert Hill, a Delta in Neil’s pack and one of his closest friends. "Neil is with you, right? Who’s the girl?" she asked directly, her tone leaving no room for evasion.

Silence stretched on the other end before Robert mumbled, "Work stuff. Can't talk now; my phone's about to die."

"One thousand," Allison offered, her voice firm.

"No way! What do you take me for?" Robert protested.

"Five thousand. I want all the details about the girl," she countered.

"Okay… just don’t say it was me," he relented, the guilt in his voice palpable.

As soon as the call ended, Allison’s phone buzzed incessantly with links to Neil’s secret Twitter