Chapter 2
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There was a flicker of something in Alpha Nick’s dark, deep-set eyes—concern, maybe even a trace of anger. Perhaps even he didn’t realize it.
Alpha Roger strolled over lazily, raising an eyebrow as he joked, “Leona, you think the two of them might rekindle something?”
He didn’t speak loudly, but it was more than enough for Alpha Nick to hear clearly.
Alpha Nick abruptly looked up at Roger, then his gaze quickly fell on me. Guilt flashed in his eyes.
“I never meant to get back together with her,” he explained in a rush. “She was just drunk…”
I gave him a faint smile and shook my head. “Alpha Nick, I understand. Selene really is quite drunk. You should take her home.”
“Listen— ‘she was just drunk.’ How familiar.”
Aris, my wolf soul, let out a cold laugh, her tone thick with mockery.
“Every time he betrays you, he coats it with calm logic. As if your pain only matters when it's inconvenient enough.”
I didn’t respond. But Aris was right.
In my previous life, I had married Alpha Nick, thinking I had finally won the bond I longed for—thinking the Moon Goddess had blessed us. But there was never peace.
At my eighteenth birthday ceremony, standing before the sacred Moonstone Circle, I saw him for the first time. My wolf soul trembled. I thought it was the call of fate.
“It wasn’t fate.”
Aris’s voice dipped, as though sparing me shame.
“That tremble wasn’t joy. It was instinct. I sensed a strong Alpha’s presence, and you got me wrong.”
I froze for a beat, then chuckled softly. “You never said that before.”
“You wouldn’t have listened.”
She huffed, a touch of exasperated anger lacing her tone.
On my birthday, I just wanted to spend a quiet day with him. But he said coldly, “Celebrating birthdays is a waste of time. I’m busy.”
That same night, Selene’s message appeared—pictures of them camping in the Silver Fir Forests of Northridge.
“Do you remember what you told me that night?”
Aris asked suddenly.
“You said, ‘Maybe if I try a little harder, he’ll remember my birthday.’ There was still light in your eyes then.”
My throat tightened. I had said that.
When my stomach ulcer flared up, I asked him to go with me to the Sacred Well Healing Hall. He replied impatiently, “I’m not a healer. Even if I went, I couldn’t cure you. Stop bothering me.”
Later, I found out he had taken Selene to a high-ranking pack healer for a mild fever—and even gifted her a custom-forged purification crystal.
At seven months pregnant, I was in a car accident. Bleeding heavily, the pack doctors called him to authorize the emergency spell-signature. His response was icy: “Is she dead? If not, don’t call me.”
The call hadn’t even ended when I heard Selene’s cheerful voice through the spirit link: “Alpha Nick, the Moon Song Cavern performance was so worth it! The soul-chanting heir finally took the stage!”
The connection snapped. Blood surged like wildfire through my body. The silver-etched spell mat beneath me soaked through, turning crimson.
Even now, I remember the despair of that moment.
“You nearly died that day. Do you even realize that?”
Aris’s voice crashed through me like thunder.
“I was at the edge of your soul. I felt the silver poison block your transformation path. I thought I’d never see you again.”
In my past life, I finally realized—he had only ever seen me as Selene’s substitute.
“Alpha Nick, we need to talk.”
“What is it?”
He looked impatient, and his eyes flicked toward the distance, as if hoping to be anywhere but here.
I took a deep breath, forcing down the storm churning inside me.
“All these years... everything you did for me—was it just because I reminded you of Selene?”
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
“Stop pretending!” I suddenly raised my voice, my eyes welling up.
“On my birthday, you left me to go find her. When she got sick, you panicked. But when I was bleeding out, you didn’t even flinch! Looking back now, all your tenderness toward me... was just because I reminded you of her!”
Alpha Nick turned his face away, silent for a long while before finally speaking.
“You do look a lot like her. The way you smile, the way you speak... seeing you brought back memories—of the time I had with her.”
His voice was low, tinged with a trace of something like nostalgia.
“So, my years of love meant nothing to you? It was all just a joke?”
My voice trembled as tears finally spilled over.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why did you have to hurt me like this?”
“What difference would it have made?”
He snapped his head back toward me, frustration flashing in his eyes.
“Selene was gone. And you—” his tone turned cold— “you were there. You filled the void she left behind. Isn’t that good for both of us?”
I lowered my head, pressing my hand against my chest. A bitter smile escaped me.
That night, Alpha Roger carried me home silently. We crossed through the moon gate just before the curfew bells rang—set by my mother for all unmated females returning to the pack.
The next morning, groggy and bleary, I instinctively reached for my communicator crystal—only to find a message from Selene waiting.
It was a picture of Alpha Nick sleeping in her home, with a caption:
“Alpha Nick spent the night with me.”
“Such a bold challenge.”
Aris scoffed.
“She knows you’re still waiting. That’s why she sent it—to make sure you give up.”
I stared at the photo without emotion. I replied with a single word: “Oh.”
Then she sent another photo—breakfast.
“He made me my favorite heart-shaped pasta today ~”
Alpha Nick never once set foot in a kitchen with me. He always said an Alpha had no business in a cooking space—it was Omega territory.
For him, I learned to cook. I learned lunar diet balance, ceremonial recipes, fire invocation spells. If I was home, he never missed a hot meal.
But now, seeing him cook for someone else—remember her favorites—I finally understood.
I had never been his mate.
Only a habit.
I glanced briefly at her message. I didn’t reply. Calmly, I continued eating my breakfast.
Two minutes later, Alpha Nick sent a message too.
He didn’t mention the night before. He simply wrote:
“The corn soup you made last time was pretty good. Make another and bring it to the council spire.”
“And this time, don’t add onions.”
- Autor
