Dane’s POV
Four years later.
The door to my room pushed open, and Catherine, my wife, and Luna stormed in, fuming. I didn’t even flinch. I was already used to this attitude of hers. A day never passed without her putting her spoiled character on full display.
As I watched her pace and mutter under her breath, my mind drifted back to how I ended up here in the first place.
It wasn’t love. It was never love.
Two years ago, after the death of her brother—my best friend—the pack had turned to me. He was supposed to be Alpha, I his Beta, his right hand, his brother in all but blood. But fate had other plans. His illness, one that even the healers couldn’t cure, stole him away too soon. When he died, the weight of leadership fell squarely on me.
The council gathered. The pack cried. And their father, the old Alpha, begged. I remember standing in the great hall, every pair of eyes on me, every heart pounding with fear of what would come next.
"Only you," they said. "We want no one else. You are the one he trusted, the one we trust."
But there was a condition. To take the Alpha title, I had to marry Catherine. His daughter. His heir.
I wanted to say no. Every instinct in me screamed against it. Catherine was... Catherine. Selfish, reckless, spoiled beyond reason. She wasn’t the kind of Luna I had ever imagined by my side.
But the pack begged. Their father pleaded with me, tears in his eyes, telling me this was the only way to secure peace, the only way to keep the line intact. They needed me as Alpha, and Catherine’s husband was the only one who could claim it.
So I agreed. Against my heart, against my better judgment, I agreed.
And here I am—stuck with her.
Catherine’s heels clicked hard against the floor as she stopped in the middle of the room, her arms crossed tight over her chest. Her eyes burned with the same fury I had seen too many times before.
"This marriage is a joke," she snapped. "Two years, Dane. Two years, and still no child."
I kept my silence, though my jaw tightened.
She stepped closer, her anger intensifying. "Do you know how many times you’ve touched me? I can count them. Four." She held up her fingers, shaking them in my face. "Four times in two years of marriage. Do you think that’s normal for a husband and wife? For an Alpha and Luna?"
Her words struck because they were true. I had no defense, no excuses. Silence was all I could give her.
Her lips curled in a bitter smile. "I know why. It’s not because of me. It’s because of her."
My eyes flicked up at that, but she didn’t hesitate.
"You’re still in love with that girl, aren’t you?" she hissed, her voice dripping with anger. "The red-haired one. The one whose passport you keep tucked in your wallet like a sacred treasure."
My chest tightened, the weight of her words digging into old wounds I tried to bury.
She stepped closer, her voice lowering, but sharper than a blade. "Tell me, Dane. You are still in love with her."
I clenched my fists at my sides, every part of me screaming to shut her up, but I stayed still. Because she was right.
Her glare remained fixed on me as she expected a reply, but I gave her nothing. No answer. No reaction. Just silence.
And that silence—it drove her mad.
Catherine’s face twisted, her lips curling into a snarl. "You can’t even deny it, can you?"
Her voice grew louder, sharper. "You’re pathetic, Dane. A pathetic Alpha clinging to your ex’s memory. You don’t deserve me, you don’t deserve this title, and you sure as hell don’t deserve this pack."
"Never," I snarled, my voice low but enraged. "Never threaten me like that again."
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