Mated to Brother’s Alpha Best Friend

I'd had a crush on my brother's best friend, Ethan—the most powerful Alpha of our Northern Territory—since I was twelve years old.

When I was fifteen, I boldly confessed my feelings to him. He laughed and patted my head, casually promising, "When you turn eighteen and shift, if you're my mate, I'll mark you."

That offhand promise became my greatest hope for three years. I spent every day waiting for my wolf to awaken, praying to the Moon Goddess that she would designate us as mates.

But on the night of my eighteenth birthday, after my wolf first awakened, I was shocked to discover that Ethan truly was my mate!

Ignoring the intense shifting pain coursing through my body, I immediately shifted into my wolf form and ran toward Ethan's training grounds. I clutched the gift I'd prepared long ago, but instead heard Ethan urgently confessing to his Omega assistant Victoria:

"Who would be stupid enough to actually care about a true mate? The bond between her and me is just the Moon Goddess's mistake. I only love you. I'll only mark you as my Luna."

The words hit me like silver bullets to the chest.

My wolf whimpered in pain, the mate bond burning like acid in my veins.

I stood frozen behind the trees, watching the man I'd loved for six years dismiss our sacred connection as if it meant nothing.

Later, Ethan introduced Victoria as his "fiancée." When Victoria demanded that I publicly bless their marking ceremony, Ethan remained completely indifferent to my humiliation.

"Sylvia should give us her blessing," Victoria announced at the pack meeting, her voice sweet as poison. "After all, she's been like a little sister to Ethan all these years."

Every wolf in the room could smell my distress. But Ethan said nothing, refusing to even look at me.

When rogue wolves attacked our territory and I was surrounded, Ethan didn't hesitate to scoop up Victoria—who had only a tiny scratch on her finger—and carry her away to find the pack healer.

He left me bleeding and alone, silver claws ha

When I was twelve, Ethan was eighteen.

He was my brother Alex's best friend and the most powerful Alpha in the northern territories.

He was magnetic, commanding, with an aura that made every wolf in the pack lower their heads in respect.

I was completely obsessed with him.

This wasn't just a crush. When he was around, I felt my entire world shift on its axis.

I baked cookies for their pack meetings, the kind loaded with chocolate chips that Ethan always grabbed first.

I drew little pictures of wolves running under moonlight, pencil strokes filled with a longing I couldn't even name.

Every story about his victories in territorial disputes, I knew by heart.

My fifteenth birthday.

I was still in high school, my wolf hadn't emerged yet, but my dreams were full of shifting and finding my mate.

But that day, only Ethan mattered. Only the courage building in my