The Alpha’s Bride Is Not the Luna
My breathing was still uneven when Robert’s phone lit up on the nightstand.
One new message.
"Robert, there’s thunder. I’m scared." —Sarah.
The words cut through me like ice water.
Robert. My mate. The Alpha of the Ashborn Pack. The man everyone praises as the perfect future king.
And me? I’m his Luna. Supposedly the rightful queen at his side.
But no matter the circumstance, no matter the weight of his responsibilities, the first person he thinks of is never me. It’s always her.
At the banquet, when the elders forced him to make a choice—me, his Luna, or her—the room fell into a suffocating silence.
I still remember the way my heart begged him to look at me, just once, just long enou