After My Alpha Marked Another, I Found My Fated Mate

The moonlight streamed through the office windows as I hunched over my desk, finalizing the details for tomorrow's ceremony. Ten years. Ten years of devotion, sacrifice, and love had led to this moment—our official Mating and Luna Ceremony. I traced my fingers over the elaborate invitations I'd designed myself, each one addressed by hand to every member of the Silverfang Pack.

"Just a few more hours of work," I whispered to myself, "and then everything will be perfect."

My wolf, Luna, stirred weakly inside me. *We deserve this, Hazel. After all we've done for him.*

I smiled, though it felt strained. Luna had never been strong—another reminder of my status as a Late Bloomer. But Declan had promised that once we completed our marking ceremony, our wolves would sync and mine would grow stronger.

The clock on the wall read 11:42 PM. Declan had texted earlier saying he was handling "pack business" and would meet me later. I'd accepted it without question, as I always did. The Alpha's work never ended, especially with a ceremony approaching.

I reached for another stack of papers when voices drifted through the partially open door to the adjacent room—Declan's private office.

"—never had a proper celebration, Isabel. It's not right." Declan's voice was soft, almost tender in a way I hadn't heard directed at me in years.

"But Alpha, I don't want to cause any trouble," came Isabel's breathy reply. "Especially with the Luna ceremony so close."

I froze, my pen hovering over the paper.

"Nonsense," Declan said firmly. "Your first shift is a major milestone. Every pack member should witness it properly."

My stomach tightened. Isabel had shifted last week—a week after her eighteenth birthday. As an Omega, her late shift wasn't unusual, but as Declan's personal assistant, she'd quickly become... important to him.

"I just feel so special when you look out for me like this," Isabel whispered.

"You're part of our pack now," Declan replied, his tone carrying that protective edge that made my chest ache. "I promised to take care of you."

Luna whined softly inside me. *He used to say that to us.*

I forced myself to focus on my work, but the words blurred before my eyes.

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The following evening, I stood in the doorway of the main hall, my heart sinking with each passing second.

"What's going on?" I asked Elena, my best friend and the pack's Healer, who stood beside me with wide eyes.

"I... I don't know," she stammered. "There wasn't any announcement about a party tonight."

Before us, the hall was transformed. Streamers hung from the ceiling, music blared from speakers, and pack members crowded every available space. At the center of it all stood Declan, his arm around Isabel's waist as she beamed up at him in her new dress—one I'd never seen before.

"Surprise!" Declan announced, his voice carrying over the crowd. "Tonight, we celebrate Isabel's successful shift and welcome her properly to the Silverfang Pack!"

Applause erupted around us. I