The Iron Alpha's Healing Mate

Jack didn't show to our mating ceremony.
He was wearing the furs I stitched by hand. His strength came from the rare herbs I risked my life to gather in the storms. For five years, he trained with the Dawn Pack while I waited. Now, he didn't even come himself. He sent a Beta messenger.
"That year in Silver Moon Canyon, when the Rogues attacked... I saved Annie first, but I came back for you," the Beta announced, loud enough for everyone to hear .
"You were dying. If my scent hadn't pulled you back, you’d be carrion by now."
"Annie was terrified. Her scent went unstable. You refused to help stabilize it, and now she suffers from panic attacks."
"You were cold. You need to kneel and apologize to her."
The pack members gathered for the ceremony began to whisper. The anticipation of a union turned into the rot of a scandal.
"An Omega needs an Alpha to survive." 
A village elder muttered nearby. 
"Just go. Apologize so he'll take you back."
Dependence? That law didn't apply to me. 
If one Alpha failed, I would simply find another.