Chapter 11
That night with Alpha Zachary was tender, unforgettable.
Afterward, as dawn slipped gently through the curtains, painting gold across our tangled sheets, he looked almost bashful. His voice was
low, thick with concern.
“Sorry,” he murmured, brushing his fingers
over the marks he’d left. “I was too rough… too
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But that’s how it is with werewolves. When
bonds run deep and the mating pull takes hold, love isn’t always soft–it’s instinctive. Fierce.
Raw.
I sat by the window, wrapped in one of his shirts, tapping out a quick email to my professor. Zachary stayed in bed, watching me. A quiet smile tugged at his lips.
“Queenie,” he said suddenly, voice low,
amused, “you don’t seem surprised that I’m in love with you.”
I tilted my head slightly, catching the light on my cheek, and replied with a soft smile, “Is loving me that difficult?”
He chuckled, a low rumble from his chest, and said, “No.”
And how could it be?
To Alpha Zachary, I was light in the dark.
Strength wrapped in softness. A healer with iron in her spine. I wasn’t just the Luna he chose -I was the mate his wolf had waited for. The
one who calmed the beast inside him.
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Zachary had fallen for me. Hard. Entirely.
Irrevocably.
Now, that love burned through him like wildfire -devouring the cold, rooting itself into every beat of his heart. It was no longer a choice. It
was instinct. It was fate.
and
He rose from the bed, stepped behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me
into the safe, solid warmth of his chest.
His voice brushed my ear like a vow.
“No,” he whispered. “Loving you isn’t hard. What amazes me… is that someone like you
could love someone like me.”
His voice cracked at the edges, filled with awe and something almost fragile.
And I laughed–soft, surprised, glowing -because Alpha Zachary, the Werewolf Continent’s hero, the Alpha king who once ruled from shadows and steel, had just confessed that I made him feel lucky.
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Meanwhile, things in Crescent Pack were
unraveling.
Old Luna Kate, desperate to see her son move on, had begun arranging endless blind dates for Alpha Freddie. But each time, he turned the
women away.
“I love Queenie,” he said without hesitation. “She’s my fated mate. In this life, I’ll never marry anyone else.”
His devotion came too late, and still, Old Luna Kate cried herself to sleep, night after night.
Freddie, wracked with guilt, no longer had the face to stand before me. He knew he’d lost all right to redemption. But if he couldn’t atone in life, maybe he could in death.
So he drafted a will.
Everything he owned–every last asset–would
go to me.
But the moment he sat down with the estate
lawyer, he was blindsided.
He was broke.
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Old Luna Kate sighed beside him, her voice. cracked and weary.
“Your uncle was honest to his bones,” she said. “Paid every tax, donated twenty percent of pack profits to charity, and divided the rest among us relatives.”
“It wasn’t much–just a few million a year per
person.”
“But your lifestyle… the mansion, the designer clothes, the luxury cars, your private racing team, Shirley’s dowry–those weren’t funded by pack income.”
“They were paid for by Queenie.”
Freddie flinched.
Old Luna Kate continued, her words heavier
than stones.
“She entrusted me with the shares her parents
left behind. Annual dividends–billions–sent directly to my account as her guardian’s trust.”
“After marriage, it was supposed to go back to
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“But then you insisted on marrying Shirley. The dowry alone cost eighty million.”
“She said nothing. Never asked for a single cent
back.”
“But you’ve pushed her too far. Now, even if we hand over every dime of the dividends for the next fifty years… it still wouldn’t be enough to repay her.”
Freddie stood frozen, the blood draining from
his face.
Images flashed through his mind–of the girl who once laughed beside him, barefoot in the garden, sunlight catching in her hair. That smile… when was the last time she’d smiled
like that with him?
He couldn’t remember.
His hands clenched at his sides.
The weight of what he’d done was crushing.
He had destroyed something rare. Precious.
His true mate
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His true mate.
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And now… she belonged to another.
And that other was everything Freddie could
never be.