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Rosie’s Story 1
A month before my wedding with Grant, we got into endless arguments. Why? He wanted to have a baby with alpha’s daughter.
“It’s just IVF,” he said, “I won’t have sex with her. The alpha’s days are numbered and his biggest wish is that Wanda has a child of her own. I’m the only one she could turn to.”
My initial shock and rage had long since given way to a crippling helplessness. I knew the ancient customs in their pack, how to Alpha’s offspring carried the pack’s future. But this way beyond my control. Werewolves didn’t just marry for love, they married for pack succession. He had the duty to give a baby to alpha’s daughter. That’s way I couldn’t blame him entirely.
“We’re getting married in a month, and you’re going to have a baby with someone else? Don’t you think that’s insane?”
Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. I’d held them back for so long, but finally, they ran down my cheeks.
Grant was startled. It was the first time he’d seen me cry. He tried to say something, but the ringtone interrupted him. He glanced at his phone, and when he looked back at me, the complex emotions in his eyes were gone.
“I have to go,” he said, his voice flat.“Just… calm down.”
As I watched him go, it hit me: For all these years, I’d always been watching his back. I understand the weight of being chosen as the next alpha of his pack. It was a heavy burden on him, but that didn’t make it any easier for me.
In college, Grant was the ultimate heartthrob, the number one guy on everyone’s crush list. But he said not to all the girls who liked him. He said that he wasn’t interested in college romance.
His indifference made most girls flinch, but not me. Eventually he was persuaded by the cumulative weight of my relentlessness and became my partner.
Years into the relationship, he remained distant, but that didn’t frustrate me. I had always been a warm sun to him, that was why I was really surprised when he made such a request out without concerning for my feelings.
My phone buzzed. It was a screenshot of conversation from Wanda.
Wanda: Grant, Dad may not make it. Let’s just forget about everything and do the IVF! Please!
Grant: Okay, I’m on my way.
It was like a lightning bolt to me.
I finally understood why he left so abruptly. I couldn’t tell how I felt. All the emotions seemed like they were gonna overwhelm me. I had a desperate need to scream and cry, but I already lost the strength to do it.
I stared at my face in the mirror. It was like a stranger. Everyone said I was bright and spirited, but at this moment, a few dark clouds appeared on my horizon.
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For Grant, I changed myself and did everything I could to stay by his side. But all I got was his planning a baby with another woman right before our wedding. The instinctual pull of his pack’s customs and duty had overridden his feelings for me.
A reckless thought took hold. Fine. Since he cared so little for me and our marriage, I’d just end it!
I took a deep breath, unlocked my phone, and then post something Grant couldn’t see.
“I’m getting married in a month, and I want a new werewolf. Anyone interested?”
Most people assumed I was joking, leaving humorous comments. Just as I started to feel discouraged, a call came in.
It was Jake!
Seeing his name after all this time, I froze.
Jake and I grew up together. We were “the best looking” in high school, but ironically we had been rivals since kindergarten. The entrance exam separated us, ending our long–standing feud.
I fell in love with Grant at college and I barely went home so that I could stay with him longer. After graduation, I moved to Silverclaw pack for him and had barely seen Jake since. The last time I spoke to him was when he commented on my pose account about getting married.
“It has to be him?”
I thought he was just joking, so I ignored it. I never expected him to be the first one to call me.
I braced myself for ridicule, but when I answered, he didn’t ask any questions. He just cut straight to the chase.
“Rosie, if you’re looking for a new werewolf, how about me?”
Silence hung in the air.
I knew he was a perfect choice–we had similar background and we knew each other inside and
out.
After a long pause, I finally spoke.“Okay. What are your terms?”
“No terms. But since we’re gonna get married, stop calling me douche bag.”
That surprised me. So I asked him again, “That’s it?”
“Yes. And you have to treat me as your mate.”
And that shocked me. I thought he called me only because his parents pushed him to get married.
I had never urged Grant to marry me, because he didn’t look like he wanted to. But my grandpa was getting old and he desperately wanted to see me getting married. So, I proposed to Grant. The point was, he made a ridiculous request a month before our wedding.
I clutched my phone.“I never want a fake marriage. If we get married, it’s real.”
He chuckled.“Then I’ll pick you up when you get back to Silverclaw pack. Let’s discuss the details.”
I hesitated.“Give me two weeks. I need to take care of something.”
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I didn’t specify, but we both understood what it was. It was Grant. A real marriage meant cutting ties with the past. Jake didn’t say anything more.
After hanging up, the first thing I did was change his contact name.
Looking at the phone number labeled “My mate“, I smirked.
Grant, since you’re having a baby with someone else, I’ll just have a wedding with someone else.
