But I didn’t look back. Not this time.
Willow POV
Three years ago, I met Noah for the first time at the annual Werewolf Gala. The event was an opportunity where Alphas and their families gathered to celebrate alliances and discuss other matters. As the daughter of the Silver Moon Pack’s Alpha, I attended with my parents.
My parents were well-respected, and though our pack wasn’t the largest or most powerful, we had long-standing alliances and a strong reputation.
I was standing by the grand fireplace, sipping a glass of champagne, when a figure moved toward me with purpose. His presence was commanding, radiating power that made others instinctively step aside. Noah.
He was the Alpha of the Blackstone Pack, renowned for their strength in battle and their shrewdness in politics. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome. Not just that, I heard he was the most eligible Alpha in the region and almost everyone wanted a business or marriage alliance with him. But we had never crossed paths—until that night.
“Alpha Noah, meet my daughter, Willow,” my father said proudly, his arm around me. “She’s the future of our pack.”