As I sat in the police station with Yvonne Harper, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, waiting for bail arrangements to be made, the decision loomed. One of us could go home tonight. My mate, Alpha Jackson, chose to take her. “Nicole, just wait for me one more night. I’ll come back for you tomorrow,” he said. He was worried about her fragile health, but he didn’t care about my fear of the dark. Later, I called him. My voice was steady, though my heart ached. “Jackson,” I began, “for the past few years, I’ve been waiting for you.” “But I won’t wait forever.” Chapter 1 My Alpha boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, Yvonne Harper, and I were stuck at the police station, waiting for bail. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the gray-tiled floor. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, ears flattened, tail lashing. I wasn’t the type to get arrested—Yvonne, though? She practically had a VIP seat here. Then, the scent of pine and warm musk filled the air. Alpha Jackson stormed in. His amber eyes locked onto mine, and for a fleeting second, I thought—he’s here for me. “Officer,” he said”I’m here to bail them out.” The officer didn’t even glance up from his paperwork. “You can only take one.” Silence. I turned to Jackson, expecting—hoping—for certainty in his expression. Instead, I saw it. Hesitation. No. He wouldn’t. Would he? The answer came a second later when his hand reached out… but not for me. For her. For Yvonne. My wolf stilled. My heart, however, shattered. “Jackson?” My voice barely came out, barely sounded like mine. Before leaving, he grabbed my hand, his grip tight, as if this—as if I—still meant something. “Nicole, just wait for me one more night. I’ll come back for you soon.” His tone was earnest, like he believed his own words. But he never once looked back. He left so quickly, he didn’t even hear my response. Didn’t hear whether I was willing to wait. Didn’t hear if I was scared, hurt, or furious. I stared at their retreating figures, Yvonne’s delicate frame leaning against his side, as they vanished beyond the station doors. Unwilling to accept it. A low chuckle snapped me out of my daze. “See?” The officer smirked, tapping his pen against the desk. “Told you he wouldn’t pick you.” I froze, unable to refute. My wolf, usually calm, let out a low growl inside me. But when Alpha Jackson pursued me, he promised—he promised he would love me wholeheartedly. The year I met Alpha Jackson was the same year my parents died in a rogue attack. Losing them felt like losing the last fragile thread connecting me to the world. The love I had received was already scarce, and after that, there was no one left to love me. So that year, I was silent. Gloomy. A ghost of a person drifting through the pack, unnoticed and unwanted. And wolves? Wolves could smell weakness. They avoided me like I was carrying a curse. Some whispered behind my back, while others barely acknowledged my existence. My wolf, once so lively and stubborn, curled up deep inside me, refusing to come out. Then, he arrived. Alpha Jackson. He was everything I wasn’t. Confident, radiant, the kind of person others naturally gravitated toward. Whenever he walked into a room, laughter followed, and conversations circled around him like planets around the sun. Yet somehow… he noticed me. Not the popular she-wolves vying for his attention. Not the warriors eager to prove their worth. Me. That day, I had skipped lunch—not that I had much appetite anymore. But the hunger gnawed at me, sharp and cruel, and my stomach cramped in protest. I had made it to the edge of the training field before my legs gave out, my entire body trembling from exhaustion. I pressed a hand to my stomach, curling inward. Breathe. Just breathe. A shadow fell over my curled-up form. A deep voice broke through the haze. “Hey, do you need some help?” I flinched at the sudden presence, but when I looked up, I found a pair of sharp amber eyes watching me. Not with pity. Not with disgust. With curiosity. Jackson crouched beside me, his brows knitting together. “You don’t look so great.” No kidding. I swallowed hard. “I’m fine.” “Uh-huh. Right.” His tone was completely unconvinced. “Because ‘fine’ people usually shake like they’re about to shift mid-air.” I blinked. My wolf stirred slightly at the teasing lilt in his voice. Alpha Jackson wasn’t just offering help. He was paying attention. And for the first time in a long time, someone saw me. Chapter 2 Everything that followed seemed to fall into place naturally. On weekends, I would go watch his sparring matches, marveling at the raw power in his movements, the effortless way he dodged and struck. Even among the most talented young wolves, Alpha Jackson stood out—his instincts razor-sharp, his dominance undeniable. And out of all the people offering him water after a grueling fight, he would only drink the one I brought. “Gotta make sure my girl didn’t poison me,” he’d joke, flashing a grin before downing it in one gulp. When the weather turned chilly, he’d drape his jacket over my shoulders without a word, pretending not to notice the teasing whistles from his friends. But I saw the way his ears turned red, and I lived for it. Alpha Jackson introduced me to his social circle, a mix of future warriors, betas, and carefree nobles who all treated me with surprising warmth. Because of him, I made an effort to be more outgoing, to fit into his world. And eventually, I did. But one evening after school, while everyone was hanging out near the training grounds, he suddenly cornered me against a wall, his golden eyes dark with something unfamiliar. “Nicole, can you stay away from them?” His voice was low, almost a growl. I blinked. “What?” “I get really jealous.” For a moment, I was stunned. Then, I couldn’t help but laugh. In that instant, the great Alpha Jackson—strong, untouchable, confident—looked like a sulking little wolf pup. Seeing me laugh, he sighed dramatically and ruffled my hair, grinning. “You little troublemaker, does it make you that happy to see me jealous?” I nodded, still giggling, and his lips crashed against mine in response. A kiss—unexpected but searing, filled with possessiveness that sent heat spiraling down my spine. My heart pounded like a drum. His scent wrapped around me, leaving no room for anything else. Jackson always felt like an exuberant pup, radiating warmth, his love pouring onto me like sunshine. On the night of our 18th birthday ceremony. Shifting for the first time was brutal. My body burned, bones cracking and reforming as my wolf—dormant for so long—finally emerged in a storm of pain and power. Then, through the agony, I caught it. That scent. Pine and musk. A voice roared in my head. “Mate!” When I lifted my head, panting, Jackson was already in front of me in his wolf form, golden eyes glowing under the full moon. He shifted back effortlessly, as if his body had never known pain, and walked toward me with a smile that made my breath hitch. He reached out, gently patting my head as I trembled from the aftershocks of my first shift. “Nicole, We’re fated mates. Are you happy?” I nodded almost dumbly, my wolf still howling with joy in my mind. Word spread like wildfire. It was as if everyone had expected it all along. Amidst the congratulations, I clung tightly to Jackson’s waist, still overwhelmed by everything that had happened. Some teased me. “Nicole, you’ve struck gold.” “Alpha Jackson is famous for how well he treats people.” And I knew they were right. I had struck gold. Jackson’s care for me was meticulous. He remembered my cycle and always had warm brown sugar water ready before I even needed it. He flooded his social media with pictures of me, proudly captioning them with things like “Mine.” and “My little Luna.” And whenever I spiraled into self-doubt, he would stand up without hesitation, declaring to anyone who would listen, “Nicole is the most amazing person in the world. End of discussion.” So, when he suggested we move in together, I didn’t even think twice. “You’re so wonderful,” I told him, my heart swelling. “If you were fire, I’d willingly dive into the flames for you.” Later, as I was sorting through our clothes in the new apartment, he suddenly hugged me from behind, pressing his face into my shoulder. I smiled, assuming he was in a playful mood, and lightly pushed at him—only to feel the dampness on his cheeks. Stunned, I turned around. “Jackson?” His voice was barely above a whisper. “I found out about your parents.” Something in my chest twisted. That night, he refused to let go of me, his arms locked around me like he could shield me from the past. It was then that he whispered a promise in my ear, one that sank into my bones like a vow. “Nicole, I’ll love you with everything I have.” “Including the love your parents would have given you.”
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