Moonlit Betrayal: Kiss of My Knight

As the fated mate of the future Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, I've been waiting for Ethan Ford for three whole years.

When he gets close to me, my wolf howls obnoxiously because of the mate bond between us. Despite that, he refuses to complete the marking ceremony on the night of the full moon.

After that, Ethan shows signs of obsessive infatuation with Ella Turner, my stepsister. He claims that Ella is his true love and goes as far as to release his possessive pheromones all over the pack territory while completely disregarding the pack's rules just so he can woo her.

This time, my wolf no longer howls in sorrow, nor do I attempt to get him to stay with me via our mind-link. Instead, I just watch Ethan and Ella's lovey-dovey interactions calmly.

At that moment, I've already taken the initiative to block Ethan out of my mind forever.

I got rid of every item that carried Ethan Ford's scent, and I threw the pure white lace gown I had secretly sewn for the marking ceremony into the blazing flames of the fireplace.

On the day he was about to first shift at the full moon ceremony, I severed my mind-link to the Silvermoon pack and headed to the airport.

Before I boarded the plane, Ethan sent me a text.

"Why aren't you here yet? All the pack members and Elders are waiting for you."

As I stared at the screen, my lips curled into a mocking smile. I didn't bother responding to him. Instead, I just blocked him and the other members of the Silvermoon pack.

What he didn't know was that just half a month earlier, I agreed to be the mate of Lucas Knight, the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North—the Nightblood pack.

Soon after the plane landed in the North, I would be marked by him and become his Luna.

…

"Lucas, my wolf is ready," I said as I stood in front of the mirror.

I looked at my pale and thin reflection. This was the result of enduring the pain of being a "rejected mate" for far too long.

It turned out that defying the Moon Goddess's original plan wasn't so difficult after all.

"Ivy… Are you sure you want to accept my mark?"

On the other end of the phone, Lucas's voice was deep and husky. It carried the magnetism and authority unique to a powerful Alpha, yet he sounded extremely gentle toward me.

My nose stung—an instinctive reaction to being cared for by someone powerful.

As tears fell, I softly responded, "I accept."

"Ivy, did you know? From the moment we first caught each other's scent at the Werewolf Academy, my wolf has been waiting for this day."

Without my noticing, my reflection in the mirror was already wearing a faint smile.

"Give me half a month. I'll get the Elder Council to release all alliance obligations with the Silvermoon pack," I said.

"Okay. My wolf