My Alpha Bonded His Mistress at Our Ceremony

"I once believed alpha Fernando was the true mate the Moon Goddess had chosen for me.

He held me tightly during the Blood Moon riots.

He stoked the fire as I brewed purification potions.

He even declared before the entire Blackthorn Pack, “Thalia is my light.”

Until the night before our engagement banquet, when the soulstone in my palm leapt from the gilded invitation—

He was bonding with his cousin Bianca.

That Beta girl who always sneered at me, saying, “A Gamma, touching an Alpha? Laughable.”

Her spirit mark was etched into the corner of the card.

Like a silver blade carved into my heart.

Then alpha Fernando’s voice bled through the soulstone, laced with frost I’d never heard before:

“She? Just a warm body in my bed.”

“She really thought I sent her to the Highland Summit because I valued her? I just needed space for Bianca.”

His laughter, mingled with clinking wineglasses in the background, pierced me like a dagger dipped in silver poison.

“Once the bond’s sealed, I’ll toss her aside with any excuse—

She loves me so much, she’d drink silver and call it moonlight.”

my wolf Leona whispered in my mind,

“The girl who dares tear down the illusion… is the one who will hold true moonlight in her hands.”

I unbound the sealed Guardian sigil on my wrist and tuned the soulstone to the Silverclaw Pack’s private frequency.

“Alpha Ross,” I said, licking away the tears from the corner of my eye, my voice colder than moonlight,

“I’m ready now—

To be your Luna.”"