That Alpha Was Never My Salvation

To win back his first love, my fiancé—Russell, heir to the Beta line of the Silvermist Mountains—betrayed my father’s identity.

My father was a loyal Omega intelligence officer, an undercover agent sent by the Moonshadow Alliance to infiltrate the Silvermist Mountains. Because of Russell’s betrayal, my father was captured and tortured by the Silverclaw Guard during a secret trial of the Alpha Council.

For an entire day and night, they broke his legs, gouged out the eyes that had once seen through enemy spies, and finally locked him in an iron cage forged from wolf bones. Then they lit the fire beneath it and burned him alive.

I lost control on the spot, nearly shifting into a full feral state.

I swore Beta Russell would pay.

That was when Victor—the long-exiled Alpha of Dream Pack bloodline—returned with his feared Obsidian Wolf Legion to reclaim command of the Silvermist border defenses.

Swearing upon his honor as an Alpha, he summoned the High Tribunal of the Moon Temple using his influence in the werewolf world. He promised to clear my father’s name and remove the label of "traitor" from his soul ledger.

I believed him.

At the funeral, he held me close under the moonlight, whispering,

"Sharon, I’ll make it right for him."

That night, I severed my bond with Beta Russell and instead signed a mate-pact contract with Alpha Victor—an oath that bound my fate to his through a spiritual connection.

Five years passed.

Just when I thought I had finally emerged from the abyss, I heard a conversation that tore my soul apart—

"Every time Sharon sees me, it’s like she wants to rip me apart."

Beta Russell leaned lazily against the railing of the underground training ring, his tone thick with suppressed glee.

"What do you think she’ll do when she finds out it wasn’t me who betrayed her father, but the very wolf she shares a bed with every night?"

My hand froze on the door handle leading to the Tactical Tower. My breath stopped.

"Cold-blooded as ever, Alpha Victor," Russell’s voice slithered like a snake into my ears, "you’ve certainly earned the title 'Blackblood Alpha of the Dream Pack.'"

"She used to call you brother," he continued, "then gave herself to you completely as your Omega. You think she’d ever guess that the Alpha she adored was the one who sent her father to the pyre?"

I clenched my jaw, knuckles turning white. Even the air behind the door seemed to freeze solid.

"She brushes your fur every day, strokes your back in wolf form, helps you through every mental breakdown. If she could rip open her chest and hand you her heart, she would. But if she found out that you killed Uncle Ralph—the man who raised you—for another Omega..."

Russell’s voice dripped with venom. "You really think she wouldn’t skin you alive?"

"Shut up."

Victor’s voice was a low growl, deep and feral, sharp enough to send chills down my spine.

"Oh?" Russell chuckled darkly. "Didn’t think the high-and-mighty Dream Pack Fang had a soft spot."

Then came the sharp shatter of glass against stone—

My heart galloped like a wild beast.

Victor roared, fury laced in every syllable—

"Don’t touch Bianca."

Bianca.

The Omega girl who had supposedly saved Alpha Victor’s life during the western war.

For her, he betrayed Uncle Ralph.

For her, he trampled on my father’s loyalty.

For her, he tricked me into his embrace and into signing that spiritual bond.

Russell snorted. "Keep playing the noble hero, Alpha Victor. Let Sharon keep worshipping you. But deep down, you know it—you’re the monster haunting her dreams."

That final shattering sound… felt like it cracked the last shard of trust left in my soul.

I stumbled through the moonlit corridors, finally crashing into the bar at the top floor of the Moonshadow Tower. It was a place reserved for elite wolves—I never used to step foot in places drowning in alcohol.

But that night, I downed an entire glass of whiskey.

The fire scorched my throat. My tears poured like floodwaters I could no longer hold back.

One name echoed endlessly in my mind:

Alpha Victor.

The Alpha I once saw as salvation... was actually the executioner who destroyed my family with his own hands.

His tenderness was just penance for his sins.

His affection—nothing but a carefully crafted mask.

I was a fool. Completely and utterly.

Hatred blazed in my chest like wildfire. I gripped the crystal glass tightly.

That’s when I felt it—a familiar presence, sharp as a blade, slicing straight into my back.

He was here.

Just like always, Alpha Victor came up behind me, half-drunk, wrapping his arms around my waist. His nose brushed my hair. His voice, low and hoarse, whispered—

"Sharon, where did you go..."

The words swept across my ear like the night wind.

"I missed you... let’s go home."

Every time he got drunk, he’d pull me into his arms like this, murmuring, "I love you."

But now?

All I wanted was for this Alpha to get the hell out of my life.