My Ghost Billionaire

Amy knocked softly before slipping inside, closing the door gently behind her.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, so full of joy it felt ready to burst. The feeling was so bright, so overwhelming, it left her dizzy.

Every step she took was light, betraying an eagerness she couldn't hide, and a smile she couldn't contain lit up her face. She practically glowed, as if an inner light were chasing away every shadow around her.

The room held the most influential members of the Goldblade Pack. At the center of it all, Alpha Oswald dominated the space with his presence alone.

He didn't have to raise his voice to command respect; a single glance was enough to remind everyone of his authority.

At his side, Luna Beatrice carried herself with a quiet, understated elegance. Her gentle demeanor was only on the surface; beneath her measured gestures and gracious smiles lay an unshakable strength.

Amy's gaze drifted to her parents.

Her father, Beta Richard, stood tall and steady, as proud and solid as stone.

Her mother, Lucille, radiated a comforting warmth that seemed to fill the room.

A little farther away, her sister Kathy took in the scene, her eyes bright with a restless, eager curiosity.

Then she saw him.

Peter.

Her fated mate.

The one whose single glance had upended her entire life. The one who would soon carry the weight of command as the pack's Alpha.

At the memory, her breath caught.

Just last night, at the celebration for his return, their bond had snapped into place.

After two years at the Alpha Academy, where he had honed his strength and learned to lead, Peter had come back transformed—more imposing, more assured.

And yet, when their eyes had met across the crowded room, the rest of the world had simply ceased to exist.

She remembered the moment with a clarity that was almost painful.

The world had faded, swallowed by a sacred hush. There had been only the two of them, drawn together by an ancient, undeniable pull. A scorching heat had raced through her veins, and an absolute certainty had settled in her soul: she was his, and he was hers.

This feeling had no name. It went beyond simple joy, beyond even love. It was the sensation of finally finding the missing piece of a puzzle she never knew she was solving.

Her wolf had exulted inside her, clawing at the inside of her chest as if to drive her toward him.

She'd wanted to touch him, mark him, lose herself in his scent.

And when Peter had held her gaze, she had known he felt the same burning wave.

The future Alpha was her mate.

Now, standing in the same room, surrounded by her family and the pack leaders, Amy could still feel the bond humming between them. It pulsed like an invisible, unbreakable thread. This wasn't merely happiness. This was destiny.

It was love at first sight, an instinctive possessiveness, a fierce need to protect—all exploding into pure joy. Her wolf howled inside her, not in pain but in triumph. She had found the one she was meant for.

Peter started toward her, and with every step he took, her heartbeat quickened. His scent was already wrapping around her, intense and heady, stirring a desire she had never known.

Her wolf quivered, restless.

On pure instinct, Amy launched herself into his arms. Her lips found his with an urgency she didn't bother to hide. A jolt shot through her body, leaving her trembling.

"My mate..." she murmured, her voice unsteady. "Mine."

Peter's eyes darkened, his gaze intensifying.

"My mate," he answered, his tone deep. "We need to talk... somewhere private."

She needed no explanation. She would have followed him anywhere.

Since childhood, she had imagined this moment, promising herself that she would give everything she was to the mate destiny chose for her. The fact that he was the Alpha heir only strengthened her resolve: she would become the Luna he needed.

When they reached Peter's room, the air felt thick, charged with electricity. Before he could speak, Amy captured his lips again, bolder this time.