Noah’s expression turned steely, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. "Willow, you’re making a mistake. You’re my mate. This is bigger than both of us. The pack needs a Luna, and that’s you."
I shook my head, "Not anymore. You made your choice, and I’m making mine."
Without waiting for his response, I walked away, leaving him and his lies behind.
As I strode down the path, the cool night air hit my face, sharp and refreshing, like a clean break from the life I had once known. The moon’s glow lit my way, a silent reminder that no matter what, I would find my strength—alone if I had to.
Behind me, Noah’s voice carried through the night, desperate and angry. "Willow! Think about what you’re doing!"
But I didn’t look back. Not this time.
Willow POV
Three years ago, I met Noah for the first time at the annual Werewolf Gala. The event was an opportunity where Alphas and their families gathered to celebrate alliances and discuss other matters. As the daughter of the Silver Moon Pack’s Alpha, I attended with my parents.
My parents were well-respected, and though our pack wasn’t the largest or most powerful, we had long-standing alliances and a strong reputation.
I was standing by the grand fireplace, sipping a glass of champagne, when a figure moved toward me with purpose. His presence was commanding, radiating power that made others instinctively step aside. Noah.
He was the Alpha of the Blackstone Pack, renowned for their strength in battle and their shrewdness in politics. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome. Not just that, I heard he was the most eligible Alpha in the region and almost everyone wanted a business or marriage alliance with him. But we had never crossed paths—until that night.
“Alpha Noah, meet my daughter, Willow,” my father said proudly, his arm around me. “She’s the future of our pack.”
Noah’s gaze shifted to me, “Willow,” he said smoothly, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
I nodded, unsure of how to respond. “And I’ve heard about you, Alpha Noah.”
He smirked a glint of amusement in his eyes. “I hope it’s all good.”
My mother chimed in, her tone light but pointed. “Oh, mostly stories of your exploits in battle and your skill at forging alliances.”
Noah chuckled. “Your mother flatters me, but I prefer to let my actions speak.”