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Fifty-two times, I stood waiting. The fifty-second time, my mate, Alpha Leonidas, was behind the marking ceremony stage, tangled with his mistress—only to cancel the ceremony yet again. Priscilla—his Beta, his most trusted warrior, the she wolf he always ran to while I was left behind. I was supposed to be his Luna. I sacrificed everything—my pack, my future, my pride—to stand by his side. But love shouldn't feel like a battle where only one person fights. And last night, when he left me once again to care for Priscilla's twisted ankle, something inside me shattered. The Silvermoon Pack was never my home—it was merely a cage I refused to see. I was born to the Crimsonclaw Pack, a lineage of power and prestige, yet I chose love over legacy. Now, after five years of waiting, I finally understand: I was never his priority. This time, I won't beg. I won't argue. I won't wait. Let him have his mistress, his excuses, his broken promises. Because when I leave, I will never look back. ...... After five years of being fated mates, Leonidas, the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, has canceled our marking ceremony fifty-two times. The first time, Priscilla, his Beta, had mismanaged a critical pack negotiation, and he rushed back to resolve it, leaving me waiting by the sacred stone circle all day. The second time, during the ceremony itself, he received a mind link that Priscilla was being harassed by a rogue wolf from a rival pack. He bolted out of the hall to intervene, turning me into the laughingstock of the pack. After that, every time we planned it, there was always some pack crisis involving Priscilla that demanded his immediate attention. At first, I convinced myself that I was overthinking it, that she was just his Beta, his trusted second-in-command. But doubts crept in like shadows in the night. Then, one evening, while searching for a spare shirt in his drawer, my fingers brushed against something soft—delicate lace, a shade of red far too bold for my tastes. My breath hitched as I pulled out a pair of lingerie that wasn't mine. It smelled faintly of vanilla and musk, a scent I had come to associate with Priscilla. My hands trembled, my chest tightening with something sharp and bitter. Still, I said nothing. I swallowed my suspicions, forced a smile, and told myself that maybe—just maybe—it was a misunderstanding. Today was our fifty-second attempt at the marking ceremony, and this time I didn't bother inviting the entire pack; it was just close pack members present. Battling a high fever, I was still handling last-minute details with the pack's healer, while he seemed oblivious to my condition. The marking ceremony was about to begin, and my mate was nowhere to be found. When I finally found him, I saw them, all my illusions shattered. I had returned early from a supply run, stepping into room with a quiet knock. No answer. The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, I saw them—Priscilla perched on his desk, her head thrown back, his hands gripping her thighs. The same hands that had once held me so carefully, so reverently, now traced patterns over her skin. My heart didn't break that night. It simply turned to ice. Over time, the cold spread, numbing me to the excuses, the broken promises, the endless waiting. And I finally decided—I was done. My parents saw me return with a face full of disappointment, and Leonidas was nowhere in sight. "After everything you've been through, has the Alpha ever really prioritized you?", my parents asked. Everyone knew how much this ceremony meant to me and how I longed for it to be perfect. Yet, as the ceremony approached, Leonidas once again canceled at the last moment. I rushed out, but he stopped me, his alpha tone commanding the room to silence. "Priscilla's ankle hasn't gotten any better; I need to take her to the healer. Let's call off the ceremony again, but next time, I promise I won't leave." With that, he broke away from my grasp and helped Priscilla into his car, his aura radiating concern for her and nothing for me. After five years of being mates, this was the fifty-second time he canceled our ceremony because of his mistress. In the past, I would have caused a scene, demanding to know why he had to leave during our marking ceremony. But this time, I quietly stepped aside and softly smiled. "Sure, Priscilla's injury shouldn't be ignored." Leonidas looked momentarily stunned, his alpha aura flickering with surprise at my compliance. "That's good to hear. Tonight, I'll bring you a spiced honey cake from your favorite bakery." I nodded, watching him roll up the car window and drive off before allowing my smile to fade. He had forgotten—I despise spiced honey and cake. The person who loves spiced honey cake isn't me. Once, he brought a cake to cheer me up. Not wanting to disappoint him, I forced myself to eat a bite despite feeling sickened. Only afterward did I tell him how much I disliked spiced honey and cakes. He promptly took out his phone and made a note, promising never to forget. Yet, a year later, that promise was forgotten. The scorching sun made me feel feverish, yet my heart was chilled. I chuckled quietly to myself before heading back to announce the ceremony's cancellation. In front of everyone, I tore up the ceremonial gown I had worn fifty-two times, the fabric shredding like the remnants of our bond. I knew it was time to let go of five years of emotions, too. My wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind, but even she knew there was no going back.

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My Alpha Chose the Beta Over His Luna