Wrong Number, Right Alpha novread novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

[Training?]

After hitting send, I flipped my phone over and waited for his reply.

For the past four months, while everyone in the pack had been busy searching for their fated mates, I’d been secretly dating someone named “Noctis.”

A stranger I’d only known online.

If someone asked me what my perfect mate looked like, the answer would’ve been him.

[Handling some business. Waiting for my cupcake’s messages.]

Just those few words were enough to make my heart race.

The moment I remembered what he’d whispered to me last night, heat pooled low in my stomach, leaving me flustered all over again.

Most of my friends had already found their mates.

Maybe it was finally time for us to meet too.

[Want to grab coffee together…]

I had just started typing out my suggestion for our first meeting when he suddenly sent me a random picture.

At first, I didn’t understand what I was looking at.

Then my entire body froze.

On top of the document in the photo was a symbol I knew better than anything else.

The crimson full moon crest of the Bloodmoon Pack.

And I belonged to the Bloodmoon Pack.

Not only that, I was the pack’s Gamma.

My ideal mate.

My online boyfriend.

He came from the same pack as me?

I stared at the screen in shock before my fingers flew across the keyboard.

[You’re from the Bloodmoon Pack too?]

[Have I met you before?]

But before I could send it, I deleted every word.

I couldn’t ask.

If I did, he’d definitely start questioning me back. Maybe he’d even figure out who I was.

And if things went badly…

He could reject me in front of the entire pack.

That was the last thing I wanted.

To be rejected.

To be abandoned.

[You still there?]

[Are you alone right now? If you are, send me a picture. Any part of your body works.]

[Miss you already.]

Did he already have a mate?

Third.

Once I figured out who he was… what was I supposed to do?

Come clean to him? Keep the online relationship going?

Or just ghost him completely?

Thinking back on our relationship, we’d both been ridiculously careful about privacy from the very beginning.

No selfies.

No real names.

No addresses.

We’d never even mentioned our packs.

The only exception was that, under my constant begging, Noctis occasionally sent me pictures of his abs.

I remembered there was a small scar near his ribs.

He’d told me he got it during his first rough shift.

But based on that alone, there was no way I could figure out who he was.

Sure, the men stripped shirtless all the time during training sessions…

But I couldn’t exactly stare at every pack member’s abs while secretly searching for one tiny scar, could I?