Two Weeks Before the Wedding: I Swapped My Alpha Groom
Half a month before the wedding, Alpha Joey and I had the worst fight of our lives.
The reason?
He wanted to have a pup with another she-wolf.
“We’re just doing IVF,” he said casually, as if that made it better. “There’s nothing between us. Her father’s dying, and his final wish is for Laura to have someone to rely on. That’s all.”
He said it so lightly.
But I felt like I’d been plunged into ice.
“We’re getting married in two weeks,” I said, my voice shaking. “And you want to have a baby with someone else? Do you even hear how insane that sounds?”
Alpha Joey didn’t respond. He simply turned and slammed the door behind him.
I stared after him for a long time, then opened my phone and posted on my story:
“Getting married in two weeks. Thinking of switching out the groom. Any takers?”
Most of the replies were jokes.
Of course they were.
Everyone knew how much I loved Alpha Joey—so much that I’d nearly lost myself in the process.
No one would believe that I’d really leave him, especially now, so close to what should’ve been our happily-ever-after.
I chased him for three years.
Three years of waiting, of hoping, of proving my worth.
When I finally became his girlfriend, I thought it was the beginning of forever.
When I accepted his proposal on my twenty-seventh birthday, I believed it was the payoff for all my devotion.
But now, just when I thought we’d made it, he hit me with the one truth I never saw coming—He wanted to father a pup with another woman.
I’m not a saint.
But Joey always mistook my love for patience, my silence for permission.
He thought I was the kind of Luna who would smile and step aside—even give up her mate—just to keep the peace.
I sat frozen on the sofa, staring blankly at the wall, until my phone rang and shattered the silence.
The name on the screen made my heart skip.
Scott.