Bound to the Broken Alpha

My half-sister mastered the rare art of truth-speaking.

In her lifetime, she could only speak three truths.

But each one would come to pass.

“I wish for my brother to rise to prominence.”

My half-brother, Jayce Gordon, became a respected Gamma, basking in his newfound status.

“I wish for my mother to be elevated to Luna.”

My mother, the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, died suddenly, and her stepmother, Rosemary Harvey, took her place as the pack’s matriarch.

“And finally—”

She glared at me with venom in her eyes, her lips twisting into a cruel smile. “I wish for my sister to be rejected by her mate and forced to bond with a rogue. Barren and cursed, yet surrounded by descendants!”

Her words became reality.

I was cast out of the Silver Moon Pack, left to wander as a rogue, and bound to Cruz Ellis, a scarred and broken werewolf with a damaged aura.

But how could a rogue have descendants?

Unless he was the Lycan King, and I, his Queen.

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My half-sister suddenly fell silent.

Rumors spread that she had learned the ancient art of truth-speaking from a mysterious mentor.

In her lifetime, she could only speak three truths, but each one would come to pass.

On the day of the pack’s ascension ceremony, the entire pack gathered in anticipation.

But my half-sister stood under the shade of a tree, a cold smirk on her lips.

“The next Gamma of the Crimson Fang Pack will be my brother, Jayce Gordon.”

Jayce Gordon was known as the pack’s most useless Omega—lazy, unskilled, and barely able to hold his own in a fight.

Everyone shook their heads and laughed, refusing to believe her.

But when the announcement was made, Jayce Gordon’s name was called, and he stepped forward as the new Gamma of the Crimson Fang Pack.

From that day on, my half-sister’s reputation as a truth-speaker spread like wildfire.

Suitors from powerful packs flocked to her, eager to win her favor and secure her abilities for their own.

Among them, the Luna of the Crimson Fang Pack carefully considered her options and chose Xander Baker, a charismatic Delta from a neighboring pack.

But my half-sister was not satisfied.

“That old hag dares to pair me with a Delta? She’s clearly looking down on me! Doesn’t she know her place?”

She raised her voice to the heavens and declared, “I wish for the Luna to die suddenly, for my mother to take her place, and for me, Mabel Morgan, to become the true heir of the Crimson Fang Pack!”

As soon as the words left her lips, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and the Luna collapsed, her eyes wide with terror.

The next morning, at the Luna’s funeral, the Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack officially named Rosemary Harvey as the new Luna, and my half-sister became the pack’s heir.

With two truths spoken and fulfilled, I was filled with dread.

I hid in the packhouse,