The Alpha's True Mate.

The night Seraphina died was colder than death itself.

The battlefield roared with screams and fire. Wolves shifted and fought under the silver burn of the

full moon. Blood turned the earth black. It was supposed to be a victory. It became a nightmare instead.

Seraphina ran through the chaos, heart pounding, and breath ragging. She needed to find him. Kaelen.

Her mate. Her heart. She felt his nearby fur bristling, growling shaking the sky. But something was wrong.

The magic clung to her skin like smoke. She didn't understand. The scent she carried, the face she wore, had been cursed. Twisted. She didn't know Lyanna's betrayal had already touched her.

All she knew was Kaelen's eyes when he saw her. Cold. Empty. Full of the rage of a thousand broken oaths.

He moved faster than I thought. His claws ripped through her before she could even scream. Pain exploded through her chest. She stumbled backward, the world spinning.

"Kaelen," her voice tried to say. But blood filled her throat.

And Kaelen her mate, her destiny just stood there, eyes blank, panting as though he'd killed an enemy. As if he hadn't just shattered his spirit. She collapsed to the earth, her body striking the soil with a disturbing thump. The fight around her diminished. Sounds muffled. The moon faded into a streak of silver. Her heart thudded once, twice, then stumbled.

Her final thought was not one of hatred. It was filled with sorrow.

And then... silence. Sure! Please provide the text you'd like me to paraphrase.

When Seraphina opened her eyes once more, she found herself not in Kaelen's embrace. It wasn't even within her own body.

The Moon Goddess had prevented her from resting. She was offered another opportunity to recognize the truth, to decide for herself. To annihilate or to preserve. But her heart, broken once, was no longer soft. It was a stone wrapped in scars. She was reborn as Mira. A weaker body. A weaker wolf. Alone. Forgotten.

The dreams came first. Flashes of Kaelen's face, his touch, his kiss. Then the nightmare, the moment of her death played over and over again until she woke up screaming.

At first, she thought of returning to him. Of demanding answers. Of clawing the truth from his chest.But when she looked into the mirror, she saw someone else. Someone who could hurt just as much as she once loved.

It wasn't long before Thorne found her.

He didn't need words to draw her in. His eyes, black and full of promises, were enough. He spoke of revenge. Of taking down the great Alpha Kaelen. Of making him suffer as she had suffered. It was tempting. Too tempting. Mira said yes. Not because she trusted Thorne. Not because she believed him. But because she wanted to believe she could stop hurting if Kaelen hurt too.

Thorne trained her. Taught her how to strike fast, and how to kill without feeling. He said he needed her power. He said together, they would make Kaelen fall.

But sometimes, when Mira closed her eyes, it wasn't Thorne she saw. It was still Kaelen. The return to Kaelen's pack was easier than she thought.New face. New scent. No one recognized her. But Kaelen's wolf did.

The first time they crossed paths, his body stilled. His eyes widened, confused and hungry. Mira pretended not to notice. She kept her head down, hiding the storm inside her chest.

She told herself it was just the bond. A leftover string between them that hadn't fully snapped. But when Kaelen's gaze followed her across rooms, when his hand brushed hers too long when his voice softened whenever she came close. Mira's walls cracked.

She hated him.

She loved him.

She hated that she loved him.

Lyanna, still pretending to be Seraphina, wore the Luna crown like a queen who had stolen it. She touched Kaelen in public, smiled like a woman in love, and whispered in his ear.But Kaelen's smiles didn't reach his eyes. His touches were hollow.

And Lyanna saw it. She knew something was wrong.She started following Mira with sharp eyes, whispering to the elders, trying to dig out the truth. But it was too late. The pack had already begun to feel the shift. Their Alpha's heart had started to beat again and it wasn't for the woman he called his mate.

It was for the girl who walked like a ghost and smiled like she was hiding a thousand screams.

The full moon brought everything to a head. Mira stood in the sacred clearing, the place where blood and fate had always decided who would rule. The pack gathered, feeling the tension in the air. Something ancient. Something broken.

Kaelen stepped forward. His voice shook when he spoke Mira's false name. "You feel... familiar."

A tear burned down Mira's cheek before she could stop it.

She looked at him and saw everything she once loved. Everything she once hated.

The lies. The love. The loss.

She opened her mouth to tell him the truth. To spit the poison she carried in her heart. But Lyanna beat her to it. Lyanna, drunk in fear, broke down. She screamed the truth in front of everyone.How she tricked Kaelen. How she had drugged him. How she had taken Seraphina's place in his bed and his throne.

The pack recoiled. Their holes filled the night with pain.

Kaelen's face crumbled. He turned to Mira, his voice breaking. "Seraphina?"

The name was a prayer.

It was a curse.

Mira stood frozen.

Her heart begged her to run. Her wolf begged her to stay.

She chose neither. She fell to her knees and sobbed. The kind of sob that tore the soul apart and left nothing but ashes. But the story did not end with the truth. Thorne had waited too long. When he saw Seraphina choose Kaelen over revenge, he snapped.

He launched his attack, leading an army of rogues against the already broken pack. Fire. Blood. Betrayal. Again.

Only this time, Seraphina fought. She stood between Kaelen and Thorne, her claws ready, her heart whole. She chose not to hate, but to love. Not revenge, but redemption.

In the end, Lyanna was stripped of her title, banished, and forgotten. Thorne disappeared into the shadows, vowing he would return.

And Kaelen?

Kaelen knelt before Seraphina, not as an Alpha, but as a man who had lost everything and still dared to hope.

He took her hands in his and whispered the only words that mattered. "I never stopped loving you."

And this time, Seraphina believed him.Because her heart, broken and mended, beat only for him.