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The Unexpected Alpha Mate

My name is Betty. My boyfriend, Simon, is going to be an Alpha—we are very much in love although we are not Fated Mates. However, events took a twisted turn at the night party before Simon's Alpha ceremony. I had been showing off my boyfriend to my best friend Yurika and goading her into getting herself a boyfriend to experience kissing, only for my boyfriend to gather his actual Fated Mate into his arms without hesitation! After, they only had eyes for each other, reducing me to a joke. Running away from the party, I had Emily, my wolf, take me away to my grandmother's home, whose love warmed me. I made an acquaintance with Vincent, the werewolf whom my grandmother recently rescued. He taught me how to protect myself, but just as I was reveling in the delight of gaining power, a phone call telling me that my father had gone missing brought me to my senses. I could hardly believe that the nightmare was our nightmare even as my brother Andy told me about it, but it has definitely been a while since my father contacted me. "Mom needs you, Betty. Come back." However, going back was too cruel for me because it meant watching as my ex-boyfriend publicly displayed his affection for his new girlfriend. Still, I was worried about my father too, so I told my grandmother about it, and she decided to return with me to share the burden. Nonetheless, I returned to find unfamiliar werewolves patrolling the Pack... What was going on? It was only when I reached home that I realized Simon turned out to be a coward, running away and allowing the Pack to be attacked! And my father was missing because of the war Simon had incited! That coward... I'll tear him into pieces if I ever find him! Before I could get my revenge, the Pack's new Alpha began bullying me during training sessions. Did he think he was above me just because he's bigger?! One day, I am going to hand his own butt to him!

Mountain Springs · Fantasia
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20 Chs

When I got home, I was greeted by the aroma of Grandma's dinner. Plates of milk cookies were scattered on the counter, but she pay them any attention. Instead, she took out a plate of red velvet cake and placed it on the table.

"Is that for me?" I reached out for a milk cookie, but Grandma stopped me.

"Young lady, this is not for you."

"Don't lie to me, Grandma. If it's not for me, then who is it for?"

"It's for other families who lost their loved ones in the war for this pack," Grandma told me sternly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know." My smile froze as I looked at her, not knowing what to do.

Grandma's stern expression gradually softened. Finally, she handed me one of the milk cookies.

"Just one." Granny touched my head. "Betty, life is fragile, but it's even more precious because of its fragility."