The Day He Married His Beta, My Veil Met His Eyes
My Alpha mate’s proposal video went viral, but the woman in it wasn’t me. It was his Beta mistress.
I went to confront Alpha Leopold, only to overhear through his office door:
“If I don’t marry her, her family will force her to take a bond she doesn’t want,” Leopold muttered.
His friend snapped, “And Rowena? She’s your fated mate.”
“So what if she’s upset? She’s been bound to me for seven years. She can’t live without me.”
He booked me a “thoughtful” vacation, saying I’d been too tired and needed to relax.
The departure date? Two days later—on the very day of his wedding.
I picked up my phone, “Mom, I’ll accept the arranged marriage.”
Two days later, his wedding convoy crossed another.
The brides stepped out to exchange bouquets, as tradition demanded.
When the car window lowered, my eyes met Leopold’s.
A storm broke in his gaze as his voice trembled.
“Rowena… how could it be you?”
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“Mom, I’ve agreed to the family’s arranged marriage.”
My voice was little more than a whisper in the dimly lit living room, flat and hollow, like something inside me had finally broken.
On the other end of the line, my mother went still. “Didn’t you say before that you didn’t want it? Why the sudden change? Rowena, marriage isn’t a game. It isn’t just a union of families—it’s the binding of wolves. The arrangement itself doesn’t matter. What matters is whether you’ll find happiness. Think it through carefully, don’t act on impulse.”
Her words made my chest tighten. My eyes burned with unshed tears. “Mom, I’ve thought it through. You can start preparing the wedding.”
She fell silent for a long moment. Then her voice softened, weighted with sympathy. “You’ve been with Leopold for so many years, and yet he never claimed you before the pack, never brought you home to stand before his parents. Your father and I knew it couldn’t last. A true mate would have howled your name to the moon the moment he found you.”
Her words pierced me like claws through flesh.