Chapter 1

My fated mate, Alpha Victor Smith, agreed to a "loyalty test" proposed by his childhood friend, Grace Miller.

"Reject Lily and stay away from her for three years. If she still wants you after that, I’ll accept her as the pack's rightful Luna."

I only found out later that there was no loyalty test. It was all a lie she made up.

But he agreed anyway.

He looked at me with absolute confidence.

"I know Lily would never betray me. Don't worry, I'll come back for you in exactly three years!"

Three years later, he knocked on my door. He opened his arms for a hug, wearing a confident smirk.

"Lily, I kept my promise. I'm back to make you mine again."

I said nothing.

What he didn't know was that just a month after he rejected me, I found my second-chance mate.

My thoughts snapped back to the present. He was still standing there, arms wide open.

I stepped aside, putting a hand on his chest to push him back. My voice was flat.

"Sorry, my Alpha doesn't like other wolves' scents on me."

Victor let out a confident chuckle.

"Still mad?"

"Come on, Lily. I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Be good. Stop acting like a child."

He used that same old patronizing tone, assuming I was just throwing a tantrum.

He stepped forward to wrap his arms around me again.

I took another step back, my expression hardening.

"Alpha Victor, show some respect."

His hands froze in mid-air. The warmth in his eyes didn't fade.

"So you're really furious this time?"

"Tell me what you want. I'll give you anything to make it up to you."

He still thought a few sweet words would fix everything, just like they used to.

He took another step toward me.

With every step he took, I took one back.

The look in his eyes turned into one of pure desire—the urge to conquer.

"Victor, it's been three years. A lot changes in three years."

He nodded in agreement. "True."

I backed up until my spine hit the wall. I had nowhere else to go.

He pinned me, placing one hand on the wall beside my head, while his other hand reached for my waist.

When we were together, he loved trapping me like this, kissing me breathless under the moonlight.

"So, did you give me a son? Or a daughter?"

He asked, his hand gently tracing my cheek.

The mention of the baby sent a sharp, agonizing pain straight through my heart.

Three years ago, he knew I was carrying his pup. Yet, he still chose to reject me for Grace's ridiculous test.

He disappeared for three years without a single text or call.

And now, he actually had the nerve to assume I had birthed his pup, waiting like a loyal dog for him to mark me again!

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. I was about to tell him that the pup was dead, but Victor's phone suddenly rang.

He pulled it out.

The caller ID lit up: *My Princess.*

His contact name for Grace.

I had seen it a thousand times before. He used to pat her head, saying she would always be his princess.

He never cared how much that hurt me when I was his wife.

True to form, he answered it immediately.

"Victor... please help me. My migraine is back. It hurts so much..."

Grace's whiny, crying voice echoed through the speaker.

Panic instantly washed over Victor's face.

"Don't worry, Grace. I'm on my way."

He hung up.

He quickly patted my head, as if soothing an angry pet.

"I have to check on Grace first. I'll be back for you later."

Before the words even fully registered, he ran off.