I tried to reject him at first because I didn’t believe a wolf from my family deserved an Alpha.
When he approached, I replied coldly, “I’m not interested,” despite the fact that every cell in my body screamed otherwise.
Dylan just smiled. “I’ll wait until you are.”
And he did. He went on a five-year quest to win my heart.
He was always there for me when I needed him, offering assistance and meeting all of my material needs. He consistently surprised me with thoughtful gestures.
When a rival crystal artisan attempted to sabotage my small business, Dylan arrived at my door with coffee and a contract offering space in the prime shopping district of the Silvermoon Pack territory.
“I don’t need your charity,” I snapped.
“It’s not charity,” he explained calmly. “It’s investment in talent. Your work is exquisite.”
Every birthday, he would celebrate with me, presenting me with the most exquisite crystals in the area. If even one caught my eye, his face would light up with pride and joy, like a devoted beta receiving praise from his Alpha.
For my twenty-fifth birthday, he brought a raw aquamarine the size of my palm.
“It reminded me of your eyes,” he explained softly.
I tried to refuse, but he put it in my hands anyway.
“I don’t expect anything in return,” I was told. “Consider it a tribute to your art.”
When he discovered my love of the ocean, he made it a point to take me there every month until our mating ceremony.
The first time he took me, I stood at the shoreline, stunned and silent.
“What do you think?” he enquired.
I could not speak. Tears streamed down my face. He understood without words and simply stood beside me as I felt the vastness I had promised my mother we would see together.
After a long pause, I said quietly, “Thank you.”
He took my hand. This was the first time I let him touch me.
Afterward, concerned about interfering with his pack duties, I tried to persuade him to discontinue these trips. He laughed and dismissed my concerns, insisting that nothing mattered more than my happiness.
“But you’re the Alpha,” I countered. “Your pack needs you.”
“And I need you,” he answered simply. “My wolf chose you. I choose you. Every day.”
Those words penetrated my final defences.
Dylan’s arrival in my life was like the moon breaking through the storm clouds, illuminating my darkness and giving me new purpose. He demonstrated that there was still beauty in existence.
Our mating ceremony was intimate, with only close pack members and the Elder performing the ritual. Dylan’s canines pierced the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder, completing our bond, and I felt whole for the first time in my life.
He whispered, “Mine,” against my skin. “Forever.”
I believed him.
But he also delivered my deepest heartbreak, teaching me how complex wolf nature is. Even the deepest love cannot prevent betrayal.
He even planned to have my womb removed so that another woman’s child could be his heir without competition.
This afternoon, I finally received confirmation from a local healer. My womb is indeed gone.
The healer, an elderly she-wolf with kind eyes, held my hand while delivering the news.
“I’m sorry,” she replied. “The surgery was done by someone skilled. There’s no chance of reversal.”
Even though I already knew the truth, seeing the medical report caused my heart to clench painfully.
“Can I still…?” I was unable to finish the question.
