Ended a 9-Year Taboo With My Brother’s Friend Alpha Nick Novel – For the past nine years, I had been secretly involved with Alpha Nick—my brother Alpha Roger’s best friend. Our relationship was never made public.Because we believed in the power of true love between us. That night, after the Northern Moon Festival in the forested highlands, the Alphas of the pack were gathered around the longfire pit, drinking and sparring.
He had a bit of wine, looked at me with that familiar playful curve on his lips, and said, “Leona, I’ll find you someone better. Stop clinging to me, will you?” I answered calmly and obediently, “Alright.” [So you’ve finally let go.] My wolf soul, Aris, murmured deep in my mind, her voice hoarse and firm. [But why do I feel pain instead of relief?] I didn’t respond. Aris was right. In my last life, I had refused his suggestion and insisted on forming a bond with him. But after the ceremony, he had grown distant and cold.
Even when I was seven months pregnant and severely injured in a winter patrol across the snow ridges—buried under an avalanche, bleeding out—he had been with the heartbroken Beta selene, listening to ballads sung by bards in the Moonsong Cavern at the border market, completely unaware of the life-or-death struggle of me and our Alpha pup. It was in that moment I truly understood—he might be someone else’s salvation, but he was never my fated mate. When I said “alright,” Alpha Nick froze where he stood. He hadn’t expected me to agree so easily.
The shadows of wolves flickered beside the fire pit in the wind. His handsome face was tinged unnaturally red, but his eyes were sharp—clearly not drunk. I sat on the wolfskin rug, composed and poised, my lips curled into a faint smile as I looked at him. At that moment, all his laziness vanished. He straightened up abruptly, his tone serious. “Leona, did you hear what I just said?” I nodded. “I heard you clearly.” [You didn’t cry.] Aris’s voice softened slightly. [That’s not like you.
Every time he hurt you before, you’d call me out at night, curl up in a cave corner and cry yourself to sleep.] I replied quietly inside, [I’ve cried enough.] In the past, whenever he said things like this, I would plead, act pitiful, beg him not to walk away. But now, my emotions were still as water, as if I were just an outsider watching someone else’s play unfold. “Leona, you—” He didn’t finish. My brother, Alpha Roger, had returned, his hunting cloak draped over his shoulders, a familiar smirk on his lips. “Guess who I just saw at the northern watchtower?” He didn’t wait for our response. “I saw your ex-girlfriend.
She was drunk and collapsed on the patrol trail. Two warriors carried her to the Moonshade Shelter—” Just before Alpha Nick could dash toward the mountain path, a deep voice rose beside the long ceremonial fire pit—it was Elder Rovan. “Nick, I heard there’s a young girl around you lately? The tribal council wants to confirm whether you’ve already selected a potential mate.” All eyes immediately turned to him. Alpha Nick frowned slightly. His gaze brushed past me, but then he chuckled and said, “It’s a misunderstanding. She’s just Roger’s sister—I see her like a sister.” My hand froze mid-air, crushing the orange segment between my fingers. “I see.” The elder smiled.
“Then would you be willing to attend next month’s ‘Mate Selection Ceremony’ as a candidate?” He nodded. “Of course.” Then, without looking back, he rushed off into the mountain path.