Fated Mate Isn’t Me

When Adrian and I broke up, he knelt outside my door all night. When I finally agreed to get back together, he lit a bonfire in the main hall, invited the elders to witness it, and swore I would become his Luna.

Then, right at the finish line of a racetrack, he hauled a trembling, sobbing blonde girl out of the “trophy,” draped his jacket over her shoulders, and turned gentle like he’d become a different man.

He looked back at me and said, “Ann, don’t make a scene. She ended up like this because of us.”

The next day, he said I should atone by pack law, kneel inside a vow circle drawn with salt and silver powder, and endure my wolf soul’s backlash under the moonlight.

Later, he threw me into the basement she used to live in, forced me to survive the way she did, forced me to lower my head and apologize.

What he didn’t know was that there was a little pup in my belly.

And I wasn’t going to tell him.

I’d wait until he was most off guard, slide the divorce papers in front of him, let him sign them with his own hand, then vanish cleanly and absolutely, with my child.

Everyone says Blood Moon Pack’s Alpha, Adrian, is a born flirt. He never dates the same woman twice.

And yet, he crashed hard on me.

The day after I fought with Adrian and dumped him, he tried to win me back.

He didn’t care that he was an Alpha. He knelt outside my house for a full day and night, yet I ignored him.

On the second day, he cooked my favorite food himself. I turned around and dumped it straight into the trash.

On the third day, he spent a fortune to buy back an heirloom my late grandmother had left behind just to beg me to look back at him.

After that, he even announced publicly that other than me, he would never love anyone else.

We made a whole spectacle of it for a year. In the end, I was moved, and I agreed to reconcile.

To celebrate, we threw a lively bonfire party in the main hall.

We invited the elders of Blood Moon Pack to witness it and announced that we were about to complete the mate ceremony.

I would become his Luna.

Someone gossiped that with omega blood, I wasn’t worthy of an Alpha.

He turned around and crushed the company that person ran on Blood Moon territory, then made him kneel in front of me and apologize.

I believed, completely, that Adrian truly loved me.

Not because of status. Not because of fate.

Until one day at the racetrack, he took me to support a friend, only for us to see a girl in revealing clothes, crying so hard. People shoved her to the finish line, where she stood there as the winner’s “trophy.”

Just one look, and Adrian’s brows knit.

The next second,