Episode 1: The Mate Who Stopped Seeing Me
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Aria's POV
I used to believe that being chosen by your mate was the greatest blessing a wolf could receive.
When I was young, I would sit beneath the silver moonlight outside our pack’s territory and listen to the elders tell stories about fated mates. They spoke of a bond so powerful that two souls could recognize each other across a thousand lives. They said a mate would see your heart before they saw your appearance, your kindness before your weakness, your dreams before your flaws.
I believed those stories.
I believed that somewhere in this vast world, someone was waiting for me.
Someone who would finally make me feel like I belonged.
I was never the strongest wolf.
I was never the most beautiful.
I was never born with a powerful bloodline or an impressive family name.
My wolf, Lyra, was considered weak compared to the others in our pack. While other wolves could shift early and display incredible strength, my wolf remained quiet and fragile. Some even whispered that I was unlucky.
A wolf without power.
A wolf without importance.
A wolf destined to serve others.
But I never allowed their words to break me.
Because I had one hope.
My mate.
I believed that when I finally found him, everything would change.
And then I found him.
Alpha Kael Draven.
The moment our eyes met during the Moon Bond Ceremony, my entire world stopped.
I still remembered that night clearly.
The music faded.
The voices disappeared.
The only thing I could hear was my own heartbeat.
His golden eyes locked with mine, and the bond between us awakened like a storm.
"Mine."
Lyra whispered inside my mind.
"Our mate."
Kael looked at me as if he had found something precious.
For the first time in my life, I felt chosen.
Not because of my family.
Not because of my strength.
Not because of my status.
But because I was me.
He held my hand that night and promised me something I treasured more than anything.
"I don't care what anyone says about your rank," he whispered. "You are my Luna."
I believed him.
I loved him.
I gave him everything.
My heart.
My loyalty.
My future.
For years, I stood beside him as he grew into a powerful Alpha. I helped him manage pack injuries, cared for wounded warriors, and studied medicine because I wanted to become someone who could protect our people.
I thought we were building a future together.
I thought our love was unbreakable.
I was wrong.
The first crack appeared when his brother died.
His name was Adrian.
He was a respected warrior, and his death during a border battle shook the entire pack.
I watched Kael break.
The strong Alpha who never showed weakness suddenly became a man drowning in grief.
I stayed beside him.
I held him when he couldn't sleep.
I listened when he blamed himself.
I reminded him that he was not alone.
But grief changes people.
And sometimes, the person you love becomes someone you no longer recognize.
Three months after Adrian's death, Seraphina arrived at our pack.
His widow.
She carried a small wolf pup in her arms.
Adrian's child.
The moment she stepped into our home, everyone surrounded her with sympathy.
And I understood.
She had lost her mate.
She had lost the father of her child.
She was hurting.
I wanted to help her.
I truly did.
I welcomed her into our home because I knew what it felt like to be alone.
I prepared her meals.
I cared for her pup.
I comforted her during her nightmares.
I told myself that helping her would honor Adrian's memory.
But I never expected that kindness would become the reason I lost everything.
At first, nothing seemed wrong.
Seraphina was sweet.
She called me "sister."
She thanked me for every little thing.
But slowly, things began changing.
The pack members started looking at her differently.
They praised her beauty.
They admired her strength.
They whispered that she carried the bloodline of an ancient Alpha family.
Meanwhile, I became invisible.
The Luna who was always there became the woman nobody noticed.
Kael changed too.
At first, I thought he was simply trying to support Seraphina because she was grieving.
But then I noticed the little things.
The way he smiled when she entered the room.
The way he rushed to protect her.
The way he spent hours talking with her while barely asking about my day.
The way he remembered everything about her...
but forgot everything about me.
One night, I sat alone at our dining table.
The food I prepared had already gone cold.
The candles had burned halfway down.
I waited.
Like I always did.
I waited for my mate.
Finally, the door opened.
Kael entered.
I immediately stood.
"You’re home."
My voice sounded happier than I felt.
He barely looked at me.
"I'm tired, Aria."
The words hurt more than they should have.
"You missed dinner again."
"I was helping Seraphina."
I lowered my eyes.
"Of course."
Something flashed across his expression.
Annoyance.
Not guilt.
Annoyance.
"Aria, don't start."
I looked at him.
"Don't start what?"
"This."
He sighed.
"The jealousy."
I froze.
Jealousy?
Was that what he thought?
After everything I had done?
After I welcomed another woman into our home?
After I cared for her child?
"I am not jealous, Kael."
"Then stop acting like you are threatened by her."
His words felt like a knife.
Threatened?
By her?
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to remind him that I was his mate.
His Luna.
The woman who stood beside him before anyone else believed in him.
But I swallowed my pain.
Because I loved him.
And love sometimes makes you accept wounds you should never receive.
"I'm not threatened," I whispered.
"Then understand that Seraphina needs us."
Us.
But somehow, that word no longer included me.
Days passed.
Then months.
And little by little, I disappeared.
In my own home.
In my own pack.
Beside my own mate.
I became nothing more than a shadow.
A woman who cooked.
A woman who healed.
A woman who waited.
A woman who loved someone who had already stopped choosing her.
The worst part wasn't that Kael cared about another woman.
The worst part was that I could feel the bond between us weakening.
Every day.
Every hour.
Every moment.
My wolf, Lyra, became quieter.
"Aria..."
She whispered one night.
"He is forgetting us."
I closed my eyes as tears escaped.
"I know."
"Then why do we stay?"
Because I didn't have an answer.
Because leaving meant accepting that the dream I had protected for years was dead.
Because I still remembered the boy who held my hand beneath the moon and promised forever.
But the man standing before me was no longer that boy.
And somewhere deep inside my heart, I knew something terrible was coming.
The moon had blessed me once.
But perhaps the moon was also preparing to break me.
Because before I could rise...
I had to lose
everything.
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