Cross-Time Meeting with the Regretful Alpha

In the thirty-fifth year of Belvaria, Marcus Harrington rose as Alpha, naming Celeste Carrington, the Beta Pack's noble daughter, as his Luna.

And me? Julia Reynolds, the she-wolf who crossed time itself, stood by his side for a decade, and helped him claim that title? I was publicly bound to an omega named Percy Winslow.

"Julia, I had my wolves ordered. Percy won't tough a slice of your hair,"

Marcus said, lounging in the Goldenspire Palace like he was chatting about the weather.

"Julia, I can't bear to see Luna Celeste heartbroken. Binding you to Percy is the best way to keep the peace."

His words sliced through me.

He spoke so casually, so focused on her feelings, like I was just a pawn in his grand pack strategy.

Still, I forced a smile.

"Alpha Marcus! You, now the mightiest Alpha, personally forging this bond. But tell me, what grand dowry will you bestow upon me??"

A flicker of mockery passed through his eyes.

"You've shared my bed for a decade and birthed two pups. I won't be stingy," he said, his tone almost magnanimous. "You'll get a hundred chests of our pack's most precious heirlooms as your dowry, all hand - selected by me.

He stepped close, his palm cupping my jaw, his tone a tender murmur. "Julia, that day you showed up, claiming you were here for my happiness? I've never forgotten."

"I vow, you won't be tied to Percy long. As soon as Luna Celeste is convinced, I'll reclaim you."

He leaned in, his gaze locked onto mine, that ruggedly handsome face I'd adored for years making my heart race. Memories of the past decade flooded my mind.

The first time we'd met, I'd sauntered up to him in the moonlit clearing, our pack's territory bathed in silver light. "Marcus," I'd purred, my voice carrying the confidence of a she - wolf smitten. "I'm Julia. Came from afar, drawn by the call of our kind... and by you."

When we first fell for each other, I dragged him to the ancient moon - stone circle in the heart of our pack's domain.

Under the full moon's glow, I howled to the night, "Marcus, my heart, my strength, my very being-yours, now and always."

At our binding ceremony, the wnine of centuries - old traditions couldn't hold me back. I leaped into his arms, my laughter echoing through the gathered pack. "Marcus, can you believe we're finally bound?"

Those memories struck like a pack of wild wolves, tearing at my insides. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, and dropped my head, willing the burning tears in my eyes to stay put.

"Thank you, Alpha Marcus, for granting me this bond," I said, my voice steady despite the ache.

He left, satisfied, and I sat on the cold stone floor, staring at the doorway. Growing up, I had no parents, just my Mom. She loved me fiercely but had one hard rule: never go into the