Alpha's Secret True Mate

Synopsis

The chandelier above the dining table cast warm light across the carefully arranged dishes, each one Sebastian's favorite. I stepped back to admire my work, smoothing down the emerald dress I'd chosen for tonight—three years as Luna of Moonveil Pack, three years since Sebastian had pulled me from the nightmare of my wolfless Omega past and given me everything I'd never dared to dream of. My fingers traced the edge of the table as I counted the place settings again. Perfect. Everything had to be perfect tonight. "You're being ridiculous," I murmured to myself, but I couldn't stop the nervous flutter in my chest. Sebastian had been distant lately, spending long hours in his office, returning to our quarters well after midnight. But that was normal for an Alpha, wasn't it? The weight of pack responsibilities, territory disputes, alliance negotiations—I understood. I had to understand.