When My Fated Love Chose Another Alpha

On our sixth mate anniversary, I rented an entire theater to support Nadia’s new film. As the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, I wanted to show my mate the respect and loyalty she deserved. But what I saw shattered me. On the big screen, Nadia shed her carefully crafted innocent image, entangled with Zayn Griffin, the male lead, in scenes that left nothing to the imagination. My wolf growled in the back of my mind, a low, dangerous sound that mirrored the fire burning in my chest.

I called her, only to hear her voiceover at a publicity event. “This was a bold step, a sacrifice for art’s sake. I hope to have more opportunities to dedicate myself to art like this in the future.” Her voice was soft, almost reverent, but it cut deeper than any alpha command could.

Zayn Griffin. The name echoed in my head like a curse. A Delta warrior from the Crimson Fang Pack, and the man Nadia had been infatuated with for years. My hands clenched into fists, the claws threatening to break through the skin. Without hesitation, I mind-linked my sister, Lottie, the Beta of our pack, and pulled our investment from her film.

The movie kept replaying its provocative scenes. In it, Nadia professed her love to Zayn repeatedly, her voice echoing with such sincerity and warmth that it was almost unbearable. My phone buzzed with the sound of her live stream, recreating these scenes with Zayn, using his real name. Her eyes, full of longing and tenderness, were brimming with love. Watching fans flood the live stream with comments encouraging them to get together, my wolf let out a pained whimper. In our six years as mates, “I love you” were words Nadia had never said to me.

As I left the cinema, posters of Nadia and Zayn kissing covered every wall. Her smile was so gentle, a stark contrast to the icy demeanor she reserved for me. I stumbled home in a daze, the weight of my alpha aura pressing down on me like a physical burden. Our home, a sprawling estate within the Silver Moon Pack’s territory, felt hollow. I stared at the mating portrait hanging in the bedroom—Nadia’s distant, indifferent expression as she maintained a clear foot of space between us in the picture.

In a fit of rage, I tore it down, smashing it to pieces, my alpha roar shaking the walls. When I finally calmed down, silence filled the void. Our home, now missing the mating portrait, felt even emptier. I searched for any remnants of happy memories with Nadia, anything to prove that I once held a place in her heart. I found nothing.

Nadia returned home close to midnight, her floral scent—once intoxicating—now a bitter reminder of what we once had. She found me sitting amidst the shattered remains of our mating portrait. She glanced at the mess with distaste, her disapproval evident as she snapped, “What’s wrong with you, Alpha? Making such