Alpha, Your Love Came Too Late

When the pack was attacked, chaos erupted. Bran's favorite girl abandoned him, fleeing like the others, leaving him broken and alone. I stayed. With my suitcase in hand, I chose him over my own safety, nursing him back to strength while the pack crumbled around us.

Three years passed. I endured his anger, his coldness, believing my loyalty would matter. But then she returned-the one who left him to die. He welcomed her back like nothing had happened, his rage shifting fully to me.

I had given him everything, yet he left me with nothing but heartbreak.

So, I left.