my mother's best freind my mate

heart break

They were kissing—Parker and Kelly—wrapped in each other’s arms like the world belonged only to them. The sight hit me like a blade twisting deep inside my chest. Parker—the boy who had promised me forever, who swore he loved me with every fiber of his being—was betraying me with my own half-sister.

My breath caught, sharp and ragged, as if the air itself had been stolen from my lungs. The ground beneath me seemed to crack open, swallowing my heart whole. I wanted to scream, to run, to disappear into the shadows, but all that escaped was a broken whisper.

“Parker... how could you?” My voice trembled, barely audible over the deafening pounding of my heart. Tears blurred my vision, hot and relentless, burning trails down my cheeks like rivers of sorrow.

He froze, eyes wide with shock, then pushed Kelly away. “Babe,” he said, stepping toward me, but the warmth I once found in his voice was gone—replaced by something cold and distant, like a stranger’s.

Without thinking, my hand flew up and slapped him hard. The sting of my palm was nothing compared to the betrayal burning through my veins. His face twisted with anger, a flash of fury sparking behind his eyes, but he swallowed it down, holding himself back.

I turned to Kelly, my tears falling like a storm, my voice cracking with pain. “Why? Why would you do this to me? You know how much I love him.”

Kelly’s laugh was cruel, sharp as broken glass scraping against stone. “Oh, please, Mira. Don’t be so naive. He doesn’t love you—he’s just using you. You’re nothing but a pawn in this game.”

My heart shattered again, disbelief mixing with raw, aching pain. Parker’s panic was palpable as Kelly stepped closer to him, her voice a venomous whisper.

“Calm down, Parker. You want her for the throne, don’t you? But don’t worry—she’s useless now. She won’t even come close to it tonight.”

Her words echoed in my mind, a dark prophecy I wasn’t ready to accept. “What do you mean?” I demanded, lunging toward her, but Parker grabbed me roughly and shoved me to the floor.

“Get out!” His voice was sharp, cutting through me like a knife.

“Parker,” I whispered, voice trembling, hands shaking. He was the only one I thought I could trust.

But his eyes were cold, empty. “I’m sorry,” he said, stepping away.

Kelly’s smirk deepened as I stumbled to my feet, my world crumbling beneath me. I fled the room, each step heavier than the last, my breath ragged and uneven, my heart pounding like a war drum.

Time was running out.

I wiped the tears from my face, but the ache inside refused to fade. I put on the crimson gown—my mother’s gift, my legacy—and forced myself to stand tall, to hold the pieces of my broken heart together.

Outside, the party was in full swing. The stage lights shone down, and every eye was on me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and held my head high. The heiress could not show weakness—not now, not ever.

My father appeared, the alpha who had never shown me love since mother’s death. His grip was firm but cold as he took my hands and led me to the center of the moonlit clearing.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice rang out, commanding and proud, “my eldest daughter, Mira, turns eighteen today. Tonight, she will receive her wolf and take her place as the heiress.”

Applause thundered around me, but I felt hollow—like a shadow of myself, a ghost trapped in a body that no longer belonged to me.

He continued, “In the next thirty minutes, the Moon Goddess will grant her grace.”

The pack howled, a haunting chorus that filled the night air. My heart pounded, each beat a desperate plea for the miracle I so desperately needed.

I closed my eyes, reaching deep inside for the power, the warmth, the wolf spirit that should have answered my call.

But nothing came.

No warmth, no power, no wolf spirit answering my desperate cry.

I opened my eyes, feeling the weight of every gaze—judgment, disappointment, scorn—pressing down on me like a suffocating fog.

My stepmother and Kelly exchanged wicked smiles, their triumph unbearable, their eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction.

My father’s face crumpled with sorrow and anger, his disappointment cutting deeper than any blade.

A voice pierced the silence, cruel and merciless: “The alpha gave birth to a useless child.”

The words shattered me. Tears spilled freely now, hot and relentless, but I refused to fall.

“Why?” I whispered to the cold night sky, my voice raw with pain. “Why have you forsaken me, Moon Goddess? What have I done to deserve this?”

I wanted the earth to swallow me whole, to erase the pain that consumed me, to hide me from the world that had turned so cold and cruel.

My father rose, eyes blazing with fury and heartbreak. He took a step toward me, voice low and heavy.

This was no longer just a ceremony. It was a reckoning.