MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIR

Chapter 001: Betrayal Under the Blood Moon

AMARA

The rhythmic beeping of the machines did little to dull the searing pain in my chest. Every muscle ached, my body bruised and broken, but none of it compared to the humiliation clawing at my soul. It was everywhere-etched in my memory, whispered through the hospital halls, and burned into the pitying gazes of the healers who refused to meet my eyes.

I wasn't just broken.

I was ruined, lost.

My mother sat beside me, her scent thick with worry. I could feel her unspoken questions pressing down on me, but I had no answers. How could I possibly explain what had just happened?

I shut my eyes, hoping to escape, but the memories came rushing back, sharp as a wolf's fangs.

My mating ceremony-the night I had dreamed of for years-had turned into my worst nightmare.

The evening had started perfectly, like something out of an ancient werewolf legend.

The mating ceremony was the holiest ritual in our pack, a night when the goddess herself was said to bless fated mates. Beneath the glow of the Blood Moon, bonds would be sealed, power exchanged, and destinies entwined.

"You can look now," Jade, my closest friend and the pack's healer, murmured with a soft smile as she stepped aside.

I turned to the mirror and gasped. The reflection staring back at me was mesmerizing. My silver hair, a mark of my bloodline, cascaded in perfect waves. My ceremonial gown, woven with moonlight silk, clung to my body like a second skin. The delicate rune markings along my arms pulsed faintly, reacting to my heightened emotions. They were ancient symbols of unity, and tonight, they would solidify my bond with Derek.

"It's perfect," I whispered, swallowing back the emotion swelling in my throat.

Jade smiled, her amber eyes glinting. "You are perfect. This is your fate."

It sure felt like it.

The sacred clearing was glowing under the full moon, its silvery light reflecting off the ceremonial stones arranged in a perfect circle. The entire pack had gathered, their murmurs hushed in reverence. High Priestess Miren stood in the center, her midnight robes billowing as she raised a goblet filled with the sacred elixir-a blend of wolfsbane and crushed moonflower, meant to heighten the bond between mates.

A deep drumbeat echoed through the forest, signaling the start of the ritual. My heart pounded as I stepped forward, my bare feet pressing against the cool earth. The mating ceremony was more than a declaration of love; it was an ancient rite, binding our souls, our wolves, and our futures.

Derekwas supposed to meet me in the center of the circle.

We would drink from the goblet together, allowing the magic to flow through us, strengthening our bond. Then, under the watchful eyes of the moon, we would mark each other-a bite to the neck, the final step in the sacred ritual.

But as the High Priestess lifted her hands, signaling for my mate to join me...

Derek didn't show up.

The first crack in my illusion came like a whisper of wind, chilling my skin.

"Where is he?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to remain calm. My fingers twisted the fabric of my gown, dread curling deep inside me.

Jade's brows furrowed. "He's probably just handling last-minute preparations."

But as the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity, a suffocating unease gripped my chest. The bond we shared should have led him to me. He should have felt my distress.

And yet, He was no where to be found and now the silence was deafening.

Murmurs rippled through the pack, confusion and concern lacing their voices. The High Priestess lowered her goblet, her piercing gaze scanning the crowd. A broken mating ceremony was unheard of. It was a dishonor not just to me but to the entire pack.

Needing air, I stepped away, telling Jade I needed a moment. As I moved toward the packhouse, I caught a scent-one that sent an icy chill down my spine.

Derek's scent.

But it was mixed with something else. Something wrong but even I wasn't sure what it was.

I followed the trail, my heartbeat hammering in my ears. The scent led me to the packhouse, to one of the private rooms. The door was slightly ajar, and from within, I heard it-low, guttural moans.

For a split second, I thought it was just a couple sneaking away from the ceremony. But as I pushed the door open, my world shattered.

Derek wasn't alone.

But he wasn't with a female, either.

In my entire life I haven't never seen anything like that.

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. My mate-the male who had sworn his love to me-was tangled in a passionate embrace with another wolf. A male.

The air was sucked from my lungs. My knees nearly gave out beneath me. This wasn't real. This wasn't happening.

Derek's head snapped up, his golden eyes widening in horror. His hand was still gripping the other male's waist, his lips parted in shock.

"Amara-" Xander stammered, scrambling away, but I didn't give him a chance to explain.

"Why?" My voice was barely a whisper, my wolf howling in agony inside me. "Why would you do this?"

Derek opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, his lover-a young warrior from our pack-stepped back, face red with shame. Xander scrambled to adjust his robes, panic flashing across his face.

Everything inside me cracked.

Tears welled in my eyes as I turned and ran. My ceremonial gown trailed behind me, but I didn't care. My chest felt like it was being ripped apart.

But the worst was yet to come.

I hadn't even made it out of the packhouse when my communicator buzzed. My stomach clenched as I saw the flood of messages. My hands shook as I opened one.

A video.

A cold dread settled over me. I clicked play, and the breath was ripped from my lungs.

It was me.

A recording-explicit, intimate, violating-of me. One I had never agreed to, one I had never known existed. My heart pounded as realization crashed over me. Someone had recorded me without my knowledge. And now, the entire pack had seen it.

A fresh notification popped up.

Derek: I reject you, Amara. After this humiliation, I can never accept you as my mate.

A sharp pain shot through my chest. My wolf whimpered, clawing at the walls of my mind. The rejection severed the bond between us, leaving behind a hollow, aching void.

But before I could even process my heartbreak, another message appeared.

A text.

A message.

I warned you, Amara. This is just the beginning.My breath hitched as I saw the message and a shiver ran down my spine.

This wasn't just about Derek's betrayal.

Someone had planned this. Someone who wanted to destroy me.

And whoever they were, they weren't finished yet.

This was just the beginning.

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