Giving Him to Someone Who Wants Him

Right before our marking ceremony, my Alpha mate, Anderson, announces at the Ancient Altar that his first love, who has been injected with wolfsbane, is his Luna.

He holds Leah close under the moonlight and smiles tenderly. "Per our traditions, only the woman that everyone has witnessed having the ceremony with me is my Luna. Even if I have already secretly marked Irene as my mate, she will only ever be a mistress."

They make vows to the Moon Goddess, and then crowned, kissed, and were about to have a passionate night together.

I don't say anything as I watch all of this happen. All I do is make an appointment for an abortion.

I've loved Anderson for 12 years, starting from when I was 18 until I turned 30. However, Leah is still the one who holds his heart.

If that's the case, I'll let him go.

I leave Anderson with nothing but an agreement breaking our mate bond and a parting gift. He's never cared about me, but for some reason, he's so sorrowed by this that he can't maintain his human form anymore…

I shivered as I hid behind a tree near the ancient altar, silently watching my Alpha mate, Anderson.

I saw him holding a shining silver crown meant for a Luna and offering it to Leah.

Leah's eyes sparkled with tears of happiness as she bent down, allowing Anderson to place the crown atop her head.

The moment it was settled, Anderson couldn't resist pulling her into his arms.

They kissed affectionately before the eyes of the expectant crowd. The scorching kiss lasted for a full 20 minutes, until Leah, flushed and breathless, gently patted him.

Only then did he finally stop with a smile.

A cold wind swept through, lifting the drooping branches.

It was then that I noticed that my entire pack was present under the sacred moonlight.

The younger brother I once protected with my life, Rhys, now stood at the center of the ceremony as the officiant.

He wore a robe embroidered with the pack's emblem, and his eyes were filled with admiration for his stepsister, Leah.

Back then, Rhys and I had barely survived the torment inflicted by Leah and our stepmother, Maryanne Swift, in that correctional facility.

There, we were pierced with needles, electrocuted, drowned, and nearly burned alive.

Yet he had completely forgotten.

He spoke loudly with emotion, "Tonight, in this sacred moment, we witness the union of two hearts—our powerful Alpha, Anderson, and our wise Luna, Leah.

"Together, they will lead us to new heights. From now on, they are not just our leaders but the very symbol of Frostmoon Pack's future."

As soon as he finished, the other werewolves began dancing around them.

Excited howls and songs filled the air as Anderson and Leah turned toward the moon with their hands clasped, beginning their oath to the Moon Goddess.

Watching them, Rhys was overwhelmed with emotion. The moment they finished their vow, he roared at the