Show Me You Love Me, Alpha Chapter 02

Show Me You Love Me, Alpha Chapter 02

Noah had always been like that.

His words were sharp-tongued and cutting, and he drove me crazy more times than I could count.

But the wolf inside him never stopped telling me he loved me.

It started the first time we met during survival training in the forbidden wilderness.

He pulled me out of a deep pit, looked at my dirt-covered face, and scoffed.

“Filthy and ugly. You’re completely useless.”

I glared at him, ready to fire back.

Then I heard his wolf.

“She’s beautiful. Noah, you want her.”

I froze. Then I turned and caught Noah stealing a cautious glance at me.

I pouted. “My wolf just isn’t as strong as yours. One day, I’ll become the strongest warrior.”

Noah looked even more annoyed. He tossed the scarf he always carried onto me.

“Even if you become the strongest warrior, you’ll still be an ugly woman.”

Noah’s harsh words and foul temper never let up.

And over time, I grew tired of it all.

Then, when I turned sixteen, I was walking home alone.

A group of roaming rogues kidnapped me.

Years of training had sharpened my combat skills.

But I still couldn’t evade the hidden dart they fired at me.

The silver poison seared through my veins.

My head felt like it was splitting apart.

Before everything went black, the last thing I saw was Noah.

He had shifted into a massive golden wolf, his blood-red eyes locked on me as he lunged forward.

When I came to, he was wrapped in bandages from head to toe, yet he stubbornly remained at my bedside in a wheelchair.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but his face remained cold as stone.

“I was just passing by. I’d have done the same for any pack member. It’s my duty.”

“And maybe you should think about why you were targeted in the first place.”

“Your wolf is weak, yet you still draw attention to yourself. Now you’ve learned your lesson.”

My fists tightened.

All I’d done was wear the red dress my mother gave me for my birthday.

Was that really my fault?

His wolf exposed the lie again.

“Oh, stop pretending. You knew there were rogues roaming our territory, so you secretly followed her all the way home.”

“You were dying to rip that red dress right off her.”

“Every werewolf who so much as glanced at her twice got beaten so badly they steered clear of Anna after that.”

“Noah, if you’d stop acting so impossible, Anna would’ve agreed to be with us a long time ago.”

I looked at Noah.

All I saw was the way he averted his gaze—and his body wrapped in bandages like a mummy.

From that day on, I learned to search for traces of Noah’s love in the words of his wolf.

Sometimes, I really did find them.

Little by little, I fell in love with him.

At the Full Moon Ball when we turned eighteen, our wolves recognized each other as fated mates.

We naturally accepted the mate bond.

But Noah never changed. He was still the proud, arrogant Alpha.

He was the legendary Golden Wolf, a talent the pack saw only once in a century.

He admired people whose wolves were as powerful as his own.

I was only an average Beta werewolf.

Faye was the last white wolf in the world.

She had lived in the border forest until the pack elders invited her to join us.

After she became Noah’s Beta, I began feeling a dull ache deep inside our mate bond.

My mother had once warned me.

“When your mate’s heart begins to stray, or when he betrays you, you’ll feel it through the bond.”

“At first, it’ll only be a dull ache. But when the betrayal is complete, it feels as though your very soul is being crushed.”

I didn’t want to believe her.

But when Noah envisioned a new future for the pack, he no longer discussed it with me, his Luna.

Instead, he went straight to Faye.

When the curse he’d carried ever since saving me flared up during every full moon, he refused to let me into his suite.

Faye was allowed to stay by his side.

Even at the pack’s annual Full Moon Ball, he silently allowed the first dance to be hers.

Only afterward would he take my hand and casually deliver his speech to the pack.

His wolf always insisted Noah only saw Faye as a trusted friend.

More than once, I wanted to ask him.

“Who is your mate?”

I already knew what his answer would be.

A cold smile, maybe even a mocking one, followed by the words, “Stop being ridiculous.”

I walked to the cabinet and picked up the moonstone crown.

It was supposed to be my anniversary gift.

But after Noah remembered Faye’s birthday was coming, he decided to give it to her instead.

A sharp pain ripped through our mate bond.

Without realizing it, I squeezed the crown tighter.

A sharp sound rang out. The crown split clean in two and clattered to the floor.

My wolf let out a long, weary sigh.

“Anna… do what you want. I know you’re tired.”

“He’s not the right mate for us.”

I pressed my lips together.

Then I picked up my phone, and finally, I typed out the message.