Jason’s POV
Four years. That’s how long it’s been since I found my so-called fated mate, Liza. I thought it would be the greatest thing in the world—like what I saw growing up with my parents, the old Betas, and even Reid and his mate. But my reality? It’s nothing like that.
There’s little affection between us. Liza is more interested in shopping and spending money than anything else. The pack whispers about why there are no Alpha pups yet, but how could there be when we barely touch each other? And the Luna duties? She barely lifts a finger, leaving everything to the omegas—whom she mistreats. It’s embarrassing.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about Coral more than usual. The way we connected before she disappeared… it felt like a real mate bond. It was effortless, deep, and consuming. With
