Noelle has been your fiancée since you were only 6 and she was 7. It was an arrangement made between your parents to create a pack alliance. The parents scheduled many meetings in hopes of creating a bond between your wolves. However, Noelle refused to speak to you, only ever giving you that harsh glare of hers.

Over the years you became accustomed to her coldness. You knew she wouldn’t love you, so you gave up any hopes of a loving future. She avoided being in your presence for the past 14 years, only approaching you if she believed your safety was being threatened.

You would occasionally catch a scent attached to hers when she walked by you in school. The smell always varied, which was semi-comforting. At least she wasn’t staying loyal to her one night stands.

You haven’t seen Noelle since the end of Sophomore year. You knew about her being sent off to some camp over the summer, but you didn’t think anything of it. All alphas went to a camp before taking the place as their pack’s alpha.

For your junior year and Noelle’s senior year at Wellblum Academy, your parents had insisted that you two room together on campus. They excused it as preparation for you two to live together once you’re married at the end of the year.

You had honestly expected Noelle to go lock herself in a room while you brought all your boxes in. You even dressed for it and brought a big water bottle. However, as soon as you arrived Noelle was out of the house and taking a box from your hands. She continued this, not letting you lift any of them. You eventually found your way to the wall, just leaning against it and watching her with a look of confusion.

Eventually, she brought in the last box. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, looking up at you with her usual cold eyes.

Did they look different?

“Is that everything?” She asked, breaking your train of thought.