The Third Year of Being Deceived by My Alpha
Ongoing · Coralie Sullivan
Three years ago, I was an 18-year-old tattoo prodigy named Juliet, getting ready for the once-every-three-years Tattoo Masters Competition, it was literally my dream stage. But two weeks before the competition, I got attacked by a rogue wolf who brutally crushed my right hand. What made it even worse? My fiancé Damien showed up at the hospital to tell me he'd sensed his fated mate, and it was his childhood friend Selene. Just like that, our engagement was over. Talk about a double blow that left me completely devastated.
That's when Kael appeared. He was Damien's childhood buddy, this incredibly powerful Alpha who claimed he'd fallen for me at first sight. He wanted to claim me, make me his future Luna. When I was at my most vulnerable, Kael's gentleness and promises became my only lifeline. He marked me, married me as his Luna, and swore he'd take care of me forever.
Our married life was absolutely blissful. Kael was so thoughtful, he'd accompany me to physical therapy, defend me in pack meetings, read to me late into the night. A year later, my right hand miraculously healed. While I was handling my Luna duties, I secretly started practicing tattooing again. Two years of grinding paid off - my skills reached a whole new level.
Three years later, another competition rolled around, and I signed up again. This time I was ready to really show what I could do. But just as I was rushing to find Kael with all this excitement, I overheard a conversation that hit me like lightning. After that... well, let's just say I started planning my exit from Kael's life.
That's when Kael appeared. He was Damien's childhood buddy, this incredibly powerful Alpha who claimed he'd fallen for me at first sight. He wanted to claim me, make me his future Luna. When I was at my most vulnerable, Kael's gentleness and promises became my only lifeline. He marked me, married me as his Luna, and swore he'd take care of me forever.
Our married life was absolutely blissful. Kael was so thoughtful, he'd accompany me to physical therapy, defend me in pack meetings, read to me late into the night. A year later, my right hand miraculously healed. While I was handling my Luna duties, I secretly started practicing tattooing again. Two years of grinding paid off - my skills reached a whole new level.
Three years later, another competition rolled around, and I signed up again. This time I was ready to really show what I could do. But just as I was rushing to find Kael with all this excitement, I overheard a conversation that hit me like lightning. After that... well, let's just say I started planning my exit from Kael's life.
