The Alpha’s Broken VowChapter 1

It was our packs’ union day, an event that should have marked the unification of the two rival werewolf packs through marriage. I wore a ceremonial gown, a symbol of peace between the Wildheart and Nightclaw packs, and adorned myself with jewelry that carried both our insignias. My mother, watched from a distance, her gaze full of hope. I waited for Talon Night with growing anticipation, but he never arrived.

I called him countless times, but there was no response. My pack who was proud and stoic, remained silent as whispers spread like wildfire. I felt humiliated before the very people I had sought to bring together. I wonder if this was the moon goddess’s will for our packs. The Wildheart Tribe and the Nightclaw pack can never be together.

My mother’s face, once hopeful, turned ghostly pale. Her heart—already weakened from the loss of my father in a territorial dispute with the Nightclaw pack—could not bear the weight of this betrayal. That very night, she collapsed, clutching her chest, and died before dawn.