Mated To The Crippled Alpha

Blood soaked my wedding dress before the moon reached its height.

My mate—my Alpha, the boy I’d worshipped since we first shared a run in the forest—turned his back on me before the whole pack. One command slid through our bond like a knife between ribs: *Just die already.* Under the weight of his rejection and their staring eyes, my wolf folded. My heart followed.

Death should have been an ending. Instead, I woke to the same night, the same vows waiting on my tongue, the same sister smiling with a sweetness I now knew was poison.

The bond to the crippled Alpha still burns, but I’m not the girl who once dreamed of healing him with devotion and blind loyalty. The Luna they groomed to be soft, obedient, easy to steal from, is gone.

This time, I taste every lie in the air—the faint tang of fear in my sister’s perfume, the sharp scent of guilt clinging to the Alpha who cast me aside, the rot at the heart of a pack that cheered my downfall. I remember how each whisper cut me open. I remember how it felt to die for him.

Now I’ll stand on the same altar, under the same merciless moon, and rewrite the night that killed me. To shatter their plans, I’ll have to use the bond that once destroyed me, and walk back into the arms of the male who ordered my death—knowing that to win, I may have to break what’s left of my heart, and his, beyond repair.