My Alpha's Three Wishes
After my twin sister Harper died, my Alpha mate hated me for ten years.
For a whole decade, I was his Luna, and I tried every possible way to be good to him.
One day, he said, “If you really want to please me so much, then just die.”
So when a truck was coming at me, I didn’t even move, but I had never expected that Noah would push me out of the way to save me. He was badly injured.
Before he died, he looked at me and whispered, “Charlotte, if only I had never met you, everything would have been better.”
At Noah’s funeral, all the elders and members of the pack came.
“I should have let Noah choose Harper as his Luna. I regret forcing him to choose you back then. You killed him!” Noah’s mothe