I'm Getting Married but the Groom is not YouChapter 1

Allison’s POV

The faint thump of bass echoed through the walls like a steady heartbeat, each note rattling my desk lamp. Downstairs, the Hawthorn Pack was throwing one of its usual loud parties — another excuse for the Alphas’ sons to parade Trisha around like a fragile little moonflower.

I sat in the dim glow of my bedroom, my fingers cold despite the warmth of the summer air. The phone pressed against my ear felt heavy.

“Allison,” my mother’s voice came soft but firm on the other end, “the threats against you in Plum Blossom are no longer there. Your father and I… we feel it’s time you came home.”

I didn’t reply. My gaze stayed fixed on the half-moon outside my window, glowing over the Hawthorn forest like an omen.

Luna Althea, my mother, hesitated before adding, “We’ve arranged a marriage for you, sweetheart. For your safety… and because you are who you are. You know we’ve always tried to protect you. But the pack’s ready now. Strong enough to keep you safe. So… will you return to Plum Blossom and marry your fiancé?”

Her words settled heavy in my chest, but I stayed silent.