Twelve-Year-Love With An Alpha, He Betrayed Me And Marked An Omega Chapter 01

Twelve-Year-Love With An Alpha, He Betrayed Me And Marked An Omega Chapter 01

Nellie’s POV

On the day of the Winter Moon Festival, my boyfriend—the man who had promised me we would hold our bonding ceremony—suddenly vanished.

It was not until that night that I accidentally came across a social media post he had forgotten to hide from me.

[From age twenty to twenty-eight, this was the most important mark our youth left behind.]

The photos showed the matching marks on their necks.

In their bonding portrait, an unfamiliar Omega leaned against his shoulder, her eyes gentle and docile.

Furious, I opened the comment section, ready to demand answers, only to see a comment from my best friend, Irinda.

[Congratulations to our Alpha and Luna. Under the guidance of The Moon Goddess, they have finally become mates.]

My wolf slammed wildly inside my chest. With trembling fingers, I called Irinda.

After a long silence, she finally admitted it.

“Yes. They’ve been together for eight years. Everyone in Nightfall Pack knows.”

“We didn’t mean to keep it from you. We were afraid you would lose control and go feral.”

“Madeline and Alpha Carrion were destined mates from the start. We’re all pack members here, so why make this harder for her? Be the bigger person, Nellie.”

Tears came down like hail, each one striking hard enough to carve a hollow pit inside my chest.

So during the twelve years I had loved Carrion Grimm, he had spent eight of them loving an Omega.

All my friends had known, and they had conspired to keep it from me.

…

As if determined to torture myself, I kept scrolling through the comments.

Besides Irinda, plenty of other pack members had left their congratulations.

Carrion’s Beta had written, [Madeline is a good girl. If anyone dares to disrespect our pack’s Luna, they’ll answer to me first!]

But just last week, when that same Beta saw me, he had joked that I was “Nightfall Pack’s future Luna.”

A training partner I had once gotten to know at the training grounds had also commented, [So happy Alpha Carrion finally found his Luna! Let’s raise a glass to them tonight!]

At the very bottom was a comment from Carrion’s sister, Gladys Grimm.

[For Carrion and Madeline’s happiness, make sure everyone keeps this under wraps. Don’t let a certain someone find out.]

Years ago, Gladys had been buried in debt. I had done everything I could to help her, and back then, she had told me I was the only Luna she would ever acknowledge.

[Don’t worry. For the happiness of the princess and prince, we’ll never let the Wicked Witch find out!]

That comment came from a young pup who had only recently joined Nightfall Pack. She had been clumsy and slow to learn, and she had nearly been kicked out of the pack several times.

I was the one who had stepped in to protect her. I had patiently taught her pack rules, and that was how she had finally managed to stay.

I stubbornly lifted my head and fought with everything I had to hold back my tears.

So everyone had known Carrion had been with that Omega for eight years, yet they had all chosen to hide it from me.

So I was the “certain someone” in their private little conversations.

So I was the Wicked Witch ruining the prince and princess’s happiness.

I was nothing but a joke.

The page suddenly refreshed, and the post disappeared.

The next second, my phone rang. It was Carrion, who had been missing for the entire day.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Pack business was crazy today, and I didn’t have time to check my phone.”

“Maybe we should put the bonding ceremony on hold for now.”

“By the way, did you see anything interesting on social media today?”

His voice was tight, carrying a clumsy attempt to test me.

I forced down my anger and replied, “I couldn’t reach you all day, and I’ve been at the pack medical center taking care of my mom. When would I have had time to check social media?”

“You’re busy, so go handle your work. The bonding ceremony… we can talk about it some other time.”

Last year, my mother had been diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

The Pack Healer said she had three years at most.

Her only wish was to see Carrion and me seal the mate bond before I turned thirty.

Because today was the Winter Moon Festival, and it was also my thirtieth birthday.

My mother was still in her hospital room, full of hope, waiting for confirmation that we now carried the mate marks unique to werewolves.

Unfortunately, I could no longer fulfill her final wish.

Carrion had already become someone else’s mate.

I crouched in the corner and curled myself into the smallest shape I could.

My tears struck the phone screen, blurring the bold letters into a watery haze.

I wiped the screen dry and silently noted the place where they were celebrating.

[Silva Restaurant, Room 302.]