Alpha's Love Only Has Ten years' Shelf Life

I discovered my mate, Alpha Cassian, was cheating on me in the fifth year of our marriage.

On my way back from the business trip, I was attacked by a rogue wolf pack.

Fortunately, a patrol team from the Blue Moon Pack happened to pass by and rescued me, so I only suffered a minor leg injury.

To avoid worrying Alpha Cassian, I didn’t tell him. Instead, I went to the hospital alone to have my wound treated.

A young girl sat in the waiting area, her arm bandaged and tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispered into her phone.

“It hurts so much. When can you come pick me up?”

“Okay,” she sniffled, her tone brightening. “I'll be good and wait for you.”

She hung up, and her entire face lit up with a smile.

Then, she turned to me, her voice full of innocent curiosity. “Sis, you're hurt too. Why didn't you call your boyfriend to pick you up?”

I hesitated, then offered a small smile. “My husband's busy with work. He doesn't have time to come.”

She tilted her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “That's kind of sad.”

She was young—too young to hide her pride. Her attempt at showing off was as blatant as a child's.

I chuckled, unbothered. "Yes, young love is inseparable, isn't it?"

Cassian and I had been the same when we were eighteen.

At our coming-of-age ceremony, we shifted for the first time. The pain of the transformation nearly broke me, but we had been blessed by the Moon Goddess.

The moment Cassian and I locked eyes, my wolf howled excitedly in my mind.

"Mate."

Then Cassian had stood there like a victorious general. He took my hand, led me onto the stage, and declared proudly before everyone:

"The moment I graduate from university, I'm marrying Yolanda."

"Nothing will ever tear us apart."

I laughed softly at the memory as I left the clinic.

With my leg bandaged, I hobbled toward the hospital entrance, where my Uber was already waiting.

But just as I climbed into the backseat, a sleek black Bugatti pulled up a few meters away.

My breath hitched.

Cassian stepped out of the car, his movements sharp with urgency, his expression tense.

How did he know I was hurt? my wolf wondered, her tone tinged with both surprise .

I reached for the window, ready to call out to him, but then she appeared—the girl from the clinic.

She ran straight to him, her bandaged arm forgotten as she flung herself into his embrace.

Cassian caught her effortlessly, stepping back slightly to avoid her injury, his hold protective yet gentle.

Even through the car door, their voices carried.

“You're so reckless, even when you're hurt,” he scolded, his tone soft but exasperated.

She tilted her head up at him, her pout almost coquetry. “I haven't seen you for days. Even if I'm hurt, I still need your hug.”

His features softened, and the words that came next made my heart lurch.

“I really can't let you out of my sight—not even for a second.”

my wolf growled low in my mind. “He's dead meat. Let me at him.”

I sat frozen, watching as the girl nuzzled closer to him, her smile happiness.

The same words.

The exact same words he had said to me all those years ago.

When we were twelve, my mother and I had a terrible fight. She kicked me out of the house in the middle of the night, and I wandered the streets aimlessly.

When I heard Cassian's voice, I thought I was hallucinating.

"Yolanda."

I looked up.

He stood under the moonlight, his face weary, his eyes bloodshot.

His gaze landed on the handprint my mother had left on my cheek, and his expression softened with pain.

"From now on, whenever you come home, I won't let you out of my sight—not even for a second."