Collection-7 Years Of Love My Alpha's Wedding Car Passed Mine By Novel by Nancy _ Novel




Collection-7 Years Of Love My Alpha's Wedding Car Passed Mine By Chapter 01

The video of my fated mate, Alpha Leopold, going down on one knee to propose to his female Beta rocketed to the top of the trending searches. Humans called it “the most romantic moment of the year”.
The Beta, glowing with triumph, even posted a public declaration of love:
“I finally waited for you. I'm glad I never gave up. Leopold, please protect me and mark me as yours for the rest of my life.”
The comments section was flooded with squeals:
“I'm obsessed! The Beta and the Alpha—my CP is the sweetest!”
I didn't cry. I didn't rage or shift into my wolf. Instead, I closed the page with steady fingers, found my mate, and demanded an explanation.
What I got was worse.
From outside his office, I overheard him speaking to a friend, his voice low but unguarded.
“I had no choice,” he muttered. “If I don't marry her, her family will force her to take a bond she doesn't want.”
The friend scoffed. “And what about Rowena? She's your true mate. Aren't you afraid of tearing her apart?”
“So what if she's upset?” Leopold's tone hardened. “Rowena's been bound to me for seven years. She can't live without me. She'll endure.”
My wolf bristled at those words, a low growl rumbling in my chest.
Later, fate played its cruelest trick. Leopold and I both wed on the very same day—but not to each other. Our wedding processions crossed on the main road, two packs celebrating, two bonds sealed under the eyes of the Moon Goddess.
As our cars rolled past, I caught his gaze through the glass. His bride's bouquet brushed against mine, and for one fleeting moment the world seemed to still. When Leopold saw me in white, marked not by him but by another, his composure shattered like glass beneath a wolf's paw.
“Mom, I've agreed to the family's arranged marriage.”
My voice was little more than a whisper in the dimly lit living room, flat and hollow, like something inside me had finally broken.
On the other end of the line, my mother went still. “Didn't you say before that you didn't want it? Why the sudden change? Rowena, marriage isn't a game. It isn't just a union of families—it's the binding of wolves. The arrangement itself doesn't matter. What matters is whether you'll find happiness. Think it through carefully, don't act on impulse.”
Her words made my chest tighten. My eyes burned with unshed tears. “Mom, I've thought it through. You can start preparing the wedding.”
She fell silent for a long moment. Then her voice softened, weighted with sympathy. “You've been with Leopold for so many years, and yet he never claimed you before the pack, never brought you home to stand before his parents. Your father and I knew it couldn't last. A true mate would have howled your name to the moon the moment he found you.”
Her words pierced me like claws through flesh.
So to everyone else, it had always been clear. The only one blinded was me.
“The Alpha of Moonhowl Pack was chosen for you long ago,” she continued gently. “Your father and I vetted him ourselves. His bloodline is strong, his reputation untainted, his family among the most respected in our territory. My Rowena deserves nothing less than the best.”
I drew in a slow breath, steadying the tremor in my chest. “Thank you, Mom. I trust your and Dad's judgment.”
“Then, should we arrange for you two to meet in the next couple of days?”
“No need,” I whispered. “Just… prepare the wedding.”
When I hung up, a faint rustle made me turn. Alpha Leopold stood behind me, a small cake balanced in his hand, his brows knitted in confusion. “Wedding? Who's getting married?”
Me, my wolf snarled silently. But when the words reached my lips, I swallowed them down.
I forced a calm smile. “No one important. Just a friend.”
Relief flickered across his face so quickly I almost missed it. The sight made my heart twist in agony. Was he worried I'd pressure him into mating with me? Or… that I had already found out he intended to take his precious Beta, Sophie, as his Luna?
“I got you that cake you love from your favorite shop,” he said, holding it out with a faint smile. “Want to eat it now?”
Once, I would have melted at such a gesture. I used to believe these little offerings meant I was cherished, remembered. That even if he hadn't marked me yet, he cared. But tonight, staring at the box in his hands, all I tasted was ash and betrayal.
Not long ago, I had noticed Sophie switched her Instagram from private to public. A few idle scrolls through her feed was all it took to unravel the lie. The cake wasn't mine—it was hers.
The nuts, the snacks, the little delicacies… they were her favorites.
Even the habit of bringing “me” food after work—that had started the day Sophie became his Beta.
So tell me, Leopold—when you looked at me across the table, when you pushed those treats into my hands, when you said you remembered my tastes… was it Rowena you saw, or Sophie?
I swallowed the ache clawing at my throat and said flatly, “I don't like sweets. They're too rich. Don't buy them for me anymore.”
His brows furrowed. “Why not? You've never said you didn't like them before.”
After all these years, if he had truly cared, he would have known. But some things, once repeated over and over without being heard, become exhausting… and eventually, they fade into silence.
I didn't correct him. I didn't bare my wounds. I only murmured, “Tastes change.”

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