ALPHA CORVIN
THREE YEARS AGO
Twenty-five years.
That was how long I had been mated to Zoya, how long I had worn the bonds of duty like chains around my neck and pretended they were crowns.
When my father died and I assumed the role of Alpha it became paramount that I have a Luna by my side, someone to present to the pack as proof of stability and continuation. I chose the daughter of a noble man, my father's most trusted Beta, a woman who had been groomed her entire life for the position.
Zoya.
They had always tried to pair us up but I resisted, held onto hope that somewhere out there my fated mate existed and would find me. But hope was a luxury Alphas could not afford and when duty called I answered.
I married her.
