Marked by the Alphas

On my eighteenth birthday, I thought I would finally complete the mating bond with my mate.

But that day, I was met with the most brutal betrayal of my life.

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By pack law, I had to be assigned a new mate by the Elders.

But why… why were the ones chosen for me the Alphas of the pack?

And why were there two of them?

Axel and Kane — twin Alphas, the most powerful wolves in the pack, admired and respected by all.

But none of that mattered. What mattered was that everyone knew they already had a mate.

Yet because of me, they were forced to take me as their new mate.

Everything happened so fast. I was ignored, rejected, even hated by the two Alphas.

From then on, my life became a living hell.

Will anything ever change?

The mate bond cannot be broken. Through pain and growth, I—Elara—slowly become a true Luna.

And in the end, I discover… my mates are not just the two of them.

Elara POV

On my eighteenth birthday, Mason, the rogue Alpha I'd followed since childhood, marked me for the first time.

I thought it meant he was finally ready to accept me as his mate, the one he would spend his life with.

I floated through the entire night on a cloud of bliss, convinced my six-year-long love had finally culminated in a fairy-tale ending.

That is, until the next afternoon, when I approached the underground club where he and his bikers often gathered and overheard their conversation.

"Wow, Mason, you 'marked' little Elara already?" a voice said.

My face flushed crimson. I was about to slip away when Mason's careless voice, laced with that unique lupine arrogance, cut through the air.

"Of course not. Her wolf is weak—it is said that her dead father was a stupid human!"

He paused, and I could almost hear his dismissive shrug.

"My target is always Alice. She's a pureblood, and she knows a lot of secrets about those damn Alpha twin heirs. Only someone like Alice, with her pure bloodline, can help me return to the Constantine pack and shed this rogue wolf identity."

His biker friends laughed loudly, and his next sentence shattered my last hope. "Hell, even an Omega shows more passion than Elara does. Someone silly like her? Perfect for practice, to work on the skills of soothing a mate."

His words strike my soul like a lightning bolt. Despite the blazing afternoon sun, I feel thrown into an icy abyss.

After a brief pause, the conversation in the club resumes. "Future Alpha, indeed. Even a pretty girl like Elara is just a training tool."

Mason laughs, the sound devoid of warmth. "It's not exactly a loss. Having such an intimate connection with Alpha bloodline is an honor most lowly wolves would kill for."

My mind goes blank. Mason is just a bastard Alpha who is exiled from some pack. But I've never looked down on him, not once,