Chapter 1
Rebecca’s POV
“Can’t you just wait a little longer?”
Jonah and I had been mated to each other for six years, but one day, he suddenly told me to wait.
“I have to hold a mating ceremony with my first love before I can make you my Luna.”
He stood by the window in the pack office, his back turned to me.
“It was her mother’s dying wish,” he said as he turned to face me. “You know she’s terminally ill–she doesn’t have much time left.” “I’m the Alpha. I made a promise at her bedside to make her daughter my Luna. I can’t let a pack member leave this world with regrets.”
Stunned, I asked, “Then what about me? My mom’s wanted me to be your Luna for years.”
He snapped impatiently, “Can’t you show a little empathy? It’s just two more months! Why are you so desperate to become my Luna right now?”
“My mom has a heart condition–she can’t handle stress. So her life doesn’t matter, but Elara’s mom’s does?”
He ignored my words and called for Dean, our pack’s Beta, to enter.
“Tell the pack elders to start preparing. I’m holding a mating ceremony
soon.”
Then he turned back to me, eyes full of
“This time, the bride will be Elara. Even if your motor dies waiting, she’ll have to wait.”
”
With that, he left with Dean, not sparing me” er glance.
Watching his retreating figure, I picked up the phone and dialed home.
“Travis, I need you to find me a new groom for the wedding in ten days.”
My brother Travis was shocked.
“What’s going on between you and Jonah? You can’t just break a mate bond like that–Mom won’t be able to handle it!”
Exactly. That was why I needed his help.
Thankfully, in the six years Jonah and I had been mates, he had never once agreed to meet my parents
had no idea who it was.
My mother only knew I had found my mate–but
My family’s pack, the Blackmoon Pack, lived up north where winters were harsh. Jonah’s pack was down in the sweltering south. Even during Alpha gatherings, the distance had always kept them apart.
“Travis, I’m serious. I’m not marrying
him. I won’t be his Luna.”
i had no interest in committing bigamy- or becoming Luna to two men.
I thought Travis would scold me for being reckless. But after a brief silence, he simply sighed and comforted me.
“I warned you to be careful when he started seeing you behind my back. If it weren’t for the fact he was your mate, I would’ve cut him off as a friend back then. Now this is for the best.”
He continued.
.
“Actually, before Mom and Dad knew you were in a relationship, they had already picked out someone for you–an alliance match with the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. You’ve heard of the Bloodmoon Pack, right? They’re the most powerful pack in the
North!“”
As soon as he mentioned it, I remembered. My parents had talked about it back then, but I’d already been bonded with Jonah for two years.
I’d been head over heels for Jonah. I hadn’t wanted anything to do with an arranged mating.
Jonah, upon hearing about it, had been possessive, kissing me fiercely to stake his claim.
“Rebecca, over my dead body will you ever become someone else’s Luna!”
He’d begged me, eyes red with emotion, to grow old with him. He’d even confessed everything to my brother, admitting we were mates and had been together all along.
He had endured Travis calling him a “disloyal bastard who stole from his own pack” and swore he would treat me better than my own brother ever could.
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When Travis asked him if he was really over his first love, Jonah dropped to his knees and swore to the Moon Goddess he’d only ever love me for the rest
of his life.
Turns out, his “rest of his life” was shorter than I thought.
With only ten days left before the mating ceremony, time was tight. I cut Travis off mid–sentence.
“Just let him be the new groom. No need for a dramatic wedding crash.”
No sooner had the words left my mouth than Jonah pushed the door open and froze.
“Wedding crash? Who’s crashing a wedding?”
He glared at me as if I were the enemy.
“Rebecca, I said I’d make you my Luna, and I meant it. If you still want to marry me, don’t pull any stunts. If you dare ruin my mating ceremony with Elara, don’t blame me for cutting ties!”
