Betrayed by the Wolf Who Swore to Protect Me

Weston rescued me from the rogue territory, claiming he felt an instant connection the moment he caught my scent. He begged his adoptive father to let him take me back to the southern pack lands and make me his mate.

On the way to meet his father, he warned me in a low voice, "The Alpha is ruthless and difficult to get along with."

He told me how the man, in his quest for power, had even sent his own mate to the Lycan King's court as a political maneuver. When he later led a rebellion and succeeded, he was informed that his mate had died in the northern territories, her grave long overgrown.

"The Alpha didn't shed a single tear," Weston said, shaking his head. "Yet he knelt before her grave and performed the marking ceremony posthumously."

As Weston spoke, I felt my hands begin to tremble.

I forced a weak smile and asked, "May I know your father's name?"

Weston seemed surprised that I dared to ask such a question directly. Then he chuckled understandingly. "You've been recovering in the wilderness for so long, it's no wonder you're unaware of current events."

He explained that the pack leadership had changed hands in recent years, and his adoptive father was the second son of the once prominent Red Fang Pack, now the new Alpha.

Leaning closer, Weston whispered in my ear, "His name is Archer Medina."

Archer Medina.

The car rolled through the towering gates of the pack compound, the willows along the path looking dull and lifeless. My face turned pale as I gripped the leather seat by the car window.

Weston thought I was terrified by his father's reputation. He took my cold hands in his, trying to comfort me. "Don't be so scared. I shouldn't have told you those things. Don't worry, the Alpha has many adopted sons, and I'm the least important. At most, we'll just pay our respects to the former Luna."

I forced a smile, chiding myself internally for losing composure at the mere mention of that name.

Leaning against the car seat, I patted my cheeks lightly.

Such cowardice.

The Adele Dean from the northern territories was long dead, her body probably completely decomposed by now. Now I was just Adele, a discarded Omega from rogue lands, with nothing in my appearance resembling my former self. Not even my own mother would recognize me.

The priority was to get through this pack visit quickly, secure my new identity, and escape to the southern territories to find my brother, who I heard had become a rogue. Once there, it wouldn't matter who Weston's father was - the distance would keep me safe.

Though...

I glanced sideways at Weston, who was clumsily peeling a pomegranate to cheer me up, feeling a pang of guilt.

After all, Archer Medina owed me. So deceiving his adopted son couldn't be that bad, could it?