Left Behind by My Alpha and Our Twins

When I was surrounded by the rogue pack far from our territory, I mind-linked my mate, Alpha Luke, begging for help.

He refused me fifteen times—and finally, he blocked the link entirely.

In the end, I collapsed from exhaustion and lost consciousness, my wolf howling in despair.

When I woke up in the infirmary, Alex, the commander of the Werewolf Tribe, was sitting quietly beside me.

He was the one who had received my desperate mind-link.

He led his warriors, crushed the rogues, and saved me from the jaws of death.

Looking into his worried eyes, I no longer hesitated.

I took a deep breath and said with unwavering resolve:

“Alex, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll go to the Northern Territory for training. I leave in 2 days.”

Ten minutes later, Luke barged into the room with Kristy—his so-called adoptive sister—and our twin pups trailing behind.

Before anyone could speak, he kicked the door open and pointed at me, shouting with cold fury:

“You staged this stunt just to outshine Kristy? Do you realize how much warrior strength you wasted just to feed your vanity? You are not worthy to be a Luna!”

My elder son, Chris, gave me a sharp glance and scoffed:

“Where’s the wound, Mom? You look perfectly fine. Did you fake this just to get attention?”

My younger son, Collin, stared at me, eyes filled with disappointment. He shook his head slowly and whispered:

“Mom, did you lie to us again… just because we care about Kristy more?”

Kristy gripped Luke’s hand, her voice trembling with fake innocence and tears falling down her cheeks:

“I’m sorry, Christina… I won’t celebrate my birthday again. Please… stop causing trouble for Luke and the twins.”

I clenched my fists, restraining my furious wolf, and stopped Alex from standing up for me.

I watched the four of them turn and leave without a second glance.

Then, I turned to Alex and said, with icy clarity:

“This time, I have no hesitation, no regret. I’m leaving. I’ll go with you to the Northern Territory. And I won’t eat my words.”

Kristy, My mate Luke’s adoptive younger sister had an allergic reaction and was taken to the infirmary two days ago.

The healer told us the only herbs that could stabilize her condition had just run out.

The last known supply was located outside our territory, near the dangerous borders of the rogue pack’s field.

To save her, I risked everything that night—venturing deep into enemy ground.

After ten grueling hours of searching, I finally found the herbs…

But before I could return, I was surrounded by a pack of rogues.

I was too exhausted to fight a full werewolf squad on my own.

I resisted as long as I could, but after several rounds of attacks, my body gave out.

With the last bit of strength in me, I tried to mind-link Luke—my mate—begging for help.

He refused.

Once.

Twice.

Ten times.

Fifteen times, he rejected me.

And in the