Mr. Wrong Is Mr. Right

After claiming another pack, Kyler Vaughn of the Frostfang Pack was now the most powerful Alpha in the western region. But in all that glory, he seemed to have forgotten someone.

Me, his destined mate, Elsa Thorne.

Seven years ago, I took a poisoned strike meant for him. Because of that, I never awakened my wolf and was left a weak Omega.

A year ago, he promised that once he became the strongest Alpha in the west, we would hold our bonding ceremony. Now that he had achieved it, my heart leapt as I ran to his study, full of hope. The door was slightly open, and I heard his voice.

"We'll move forward with the plan tomorrow. Split into two teams, one for the Ember Pack and the other for the Shadow Pack."

Another voice hesitated. "But Ms. Thorne..."

"Why mention that useless Omega? She'll only slow us down. Enough of her."

I froze outside the door, my excitement twisting into a bitter ache. I remembered the times he went on missions, while I could only wait in our territory for his return. So, this was how he actually saw me.

A stubborn fire rose in me. I would go to the new territories and prove I wasn't useless.

The next day, I disguised myself as a Warrior and stood at the rally point. When asked which team I wanted, the names Shadow Pack and Ember Pack spun in my mind.

His disdainful gaze leaving me flustered, I blurted out, "The Ember Pack! I want to go to the Ember Pack!"

I didn't know that my rushed choice would throw me headfirst into an unknown whirlpool...

Elsa's POV

I pulled my cap lower and wrapped my coat tighter around myself, shrinking into the corner of the car like just another forgettable Warrior. The vehicle smelled of the Warriors' sweat, and the male wolves were talking quietly among themselves.

"I heard the Ember Pack's Alpha hasn't marked a mate yet. The elders are losing their minds over it," one Warrior said.

Another laughed. "From what I hear, the Luna he chose is something special. Strong enough to secure his rule and help him expand territory."

I pressed my lips together, barely holding back a smile. Inside, my heart bloomed with quiet joy. The future Luna they were talking about had to be me!

After all, seven years ago, Kyler Vaughn had already acknowledged me as his fated mate.

Back then, he wasn't the Alpha of the Frostfang Pack yet. He would run through the forest with me, pick wild berries for me, and carve little wooden wolves by hand.

When I was thirteen, I followed Kyler into the woods on a hunt. A Rogue crossed into the territory without warning and lunged at him in a frenzy. Without thinking, I stepped in front of him and took the blow.

When I woke up, the pack doctor told us the Rogue's claws had been coated in soulbind poison, a toxin that