Alpha’s Howl of Regret

The day after my first shift, my Alpha mate Marcus Stone couldn’t wait to mark me as his Luna.

He was the most powerful Alpha in Northern Regions. Rumors said he kept his distance from every beautiful she-wolf. Only I was the exception.

Every anniversary, he would give me an exquisite red haute couture dress and a carefully arranged bouquet of moonflowers.

I thought he loved the scent of moonflowers, so even though I was allergic to them, I happily accepted the gifts every time.

Until at our mating ceremony anniversary banquet, I saw Marcus's childhood sweetheart Rose wearing a red dress, adorned with moonflower decorations.

That's when I realized it was Rose who loved red dresses and moonflowers.

Even when I was attacked by rogue wolves and lost our baby, he was by his first love's side. After learning the truth, I decided to leave him completely.

The day after my first shift, my Alpha mate Marcus Stone couldn’t wait to mark me as his Luna. But later I discovered I was nothing more than a substitute for his childhood sweetheart.

Even when I was attacked by rogue wolves and lost our baby, he was by his first love's side. After learning the truth, I decided to leave him completely.

He was twelve years older than me, a top-tier Alpha whose territory ranked in the top 5 for power in the Northern Regions.

Rumors said he kept his distance from women—almost every beautiful she-wolf in the Northern Regions couldn't shake his cold, commanding presence. Only I was the exception. With me, he acts different. Soft. Gentle.

I casually mentioned wanting to see fireworks, and that very night Marcus ordered a sweep of the entire territory for the finest and rarest fireworks.

I said I wanted to see the northern lights, but our territory didn't have them. When Marcus found out, he spent 100 million dollars on a luxury private jet, saying he'd take me to Northern Europe to see the aurora.

Every anniversary, he would give me an exquisite red haute couture dress and a carefully arranged bouquet of moonflowers.

I thought he loved the scent of moonflowers, so even though I was allergic to them, I happily accepted the gifts every time.

Until at our mating ceremony anniversary banquet, I saw Marcus's childhood sweetheart Rose wearing a red dress, adorned with moonflower decorations.

That's when I realized it was Rose who loved red dresses and moonflowers.

No wonder every anniversary, when I wore the red dress he gave me, Marcus would get especially excited and be particularly passionate with me. It was because only dressed like that did I look more like Rose.

…

So I was just Rose's substitute. This realization left me mentally dazed. On my way home, Marcus's enemies—a group of rogue wolves—surrounded me. Their goal was to kidnap me and use me and the child in my womb to threaten Marcus.

They swarmed me, tearing at my arms and legs with their claws. I