Ezra, the Alpha of the Bitterwind Pack, secretly marked me two years ago. However, he has yet to hold our mating ceremony, which would publicly announce my position.
I’ve been working as his “assistant,” assisting him with pack affairs all along.
Every time Ezra cheats on Alexa, his childhood sweetheart, he promises to hold our mating ceremony.
Two years. There are ten ceremonies promised. Ten broken promises.
After the tenth cancelled ceremony, I gave up. I chose to end the mate bond.
That’s when the powerful Alpha went insane.
Ezra Jackson’s tenth absence from our mating ceremony coincided with the celebration of his successful defeat of the rogue wolves and expansion of our pack territory.
Alexa planned this grand celebration meticulously.
At the banquet, everyone assumed Alexa was his future partner.
“Alpha Jackson and Miss Alexa have been childhood sweethearts! Now that he’s defeated the rogues, we want to see them kiss to celebrate!” The crowd responded with a scream.
“Yes! We want to see Alpha and Alexa kiss!” others chimed in.
The chanting echoed in my ears, each word like a claw scraping at my heart.
I, who he had secretly marked two years ago but never publicly acknowledged, could only shrink into a corner. From there, I watched him look lovingly at Alexa before bending down and planting a tender kiss on her lips.
Two years ago, our wolves recognised each other as true mates, and he marked me without reservation.
But our pack was in danger then, as it was constantly attacked by a powerful rogue wolf pack. He begged me to keep our mate bond secret, fearing that the rogues would target me specifically, distracting him from defending the pack.
I agreed. I adored him and didn’t mind being Alpha’s mate.
For the past two years, I’ve served as his “assistant,” assisting him with pack affairs in the hopes of quickly strengthening our group. I figured that once we were strong enough to eliminate the rogue threat, we could finally be together openly.
With my assistance, the pack grew stronger by the day, and we eventually defeated the rogues. However, I no longer want to be his mate.
After the party, I waited for Ezra at an intersection near the hotel.
His black car approached slowly. The window rolled down, revealing Alexa’s sleeping face in the passenger seat.
Ezra looked at me with his usual arrogance.
“Go home by yourself. I need to take Alexa home.”
I lowered my eyes and said nothing.
Ezra suffers from severe germaphobia, particularly the smell of wolf spirits. He never lets that scent linger in his car.
Due to his error, our pack almost lost support from a nearby pack that provided healing herbs.
We were fighting fierce battles with the rogues at the time, and warriors were being severely injured on a daily basis. The healing herbs were essential for us.
Leo, the neighbouring Alpha, enjoyed wolf spirits. I went to apologise to him and accompanied him for drinks until I nearly bled from the stomach.
