Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

Timothy and I started dating right after graduating from pack school. I can still vividly recall the moment he confessed his feelings. He was so shy he couldn’t lift his head, and the faint blush on his ears betrayed his nervousness.

“Iliana Price, I really like you,” he said, his voice nearly trembling. “Will you be my mate?”

When our eyes met, we both instinctively looked away, overcome by the moment. We were young and clueless, consumed by love yet unsure of how to handle it. As the future Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, Timothy had always carried an air of authority, but in that moment, he was just a boy with a racing heart and a fragile hope.

To celebrate, we decided to go for a run in the nearby forest, which was especially beautiful during the fall season. In our wolf forms, we raced through the trees, their leaves a fiery mix of crimson and gold. The crisp air carried the scent of earth and pine, and for a while, it felt like the world belonged only to us. When we shifted back, we talked about the things we loved—he was passionate about painting landscapes, and I was fascinated by writing short stories.

Our favorite spot was always the little bakery at the end of the street that had the best spiced honey cake. We would sit there for hours, sipping on coffee, discussing everything from the latest innovations in the human world to the wonders of the supernatural realm, dreaming of one day traveling to the Alps together. It was a rare escape from the strict hierarchies and responsibilities of pack life, a place where we could just be ourselves.

I remember wearing a vintage-style dress that day, trying to appear more mature than the 18-year-old she-wolf I was. Timothy wore his usual sweater and jeans, looking casually comfortable and warm, though his broad shoulders and muscular frame always hinted at his Alpha lineage. We talked and laughed, losing track of time, as the world outside grew darker. The street lamps began to glow, casting a soft light on the stone paths as we walked hand in hand, promising to always be there for each other.

Back then, I believed every word he said. I believed in the bond we shared, the one the Moon Goddess had blessed us with. I believed that no matter what challenges came our way, we would face them together. But now, as I sit here, the scent of his betrayal lingering in the air like a poison, I can’t help but wonder if that promise was just another lie in a world built on power and deceit.