After My Alpha Chose His Mistress Over Our Son

I pressed my palm flat against my sternum as Daxton loomed over me, his Alpha aura suffocating in the small healing room. Joey lay motionless on the bed beside us, his small chest barely rising with each shallow breath. The cold from the warehouse still clung to my skin, making me shiver, but it was nothing compared to the ice spreading through my heart.

'You've made your choice, Daxton,' I whispered, my voice raw from screaming. 'Now make it official. Release me from our bond. Reject me as your Luna.'

He smirked, that cruel twist of lips I'd somehow never noticed before. 'Finally seeing reason, I see. Good. I'll perform the rejection ceremony tonight.' He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. 'But you'll leave with nothing. No rank, no privileges. You'll be lucky if I let you stay in the Omega quarters.'

I met his gaze, refusing to let him see me break. 'And what about you, Alpha? What will you leave with?'

His laugh filled the room, sharp and mocking. 'Me? I'm the Alpha. I'll have everything—my true mate, my pack, my power. You think you can take anything from me?'

'I want you to leave with nothing,' I said, my voice steadier than I felt. 'Just like me. No pack, no status, no family. If you want me gone, then you go too. That's my condition.'

For a moment, something flickered in his eyes—uncertainty, perhaps even fear. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual arrogance. 'You're delusional. I am the Alpha. I can't be stripped of what's mine.'

'You're not rejecting me to free yourself,' I said, the truth cutting my own throat as I spoke it. 'You're rejecting me to punish me. And I won't let you win.'

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. 'You have no power here, Lucille. Not anymore.' He turned to the Beta standing by the door. 'Take her to the Omega quarters. She's not Luna anymore.'

As they dragged me away, I cast one last look at Joey. My beautiful boy. I would find a way back to him. I had to.

Hours later, when the pack house had grown quiet, I slipped from the cramped Omega quarters. The corridors were empty, the guards posted at the main entrances too bored to notice a single woman moving through the shadows. I needed something from the Alpha estate—something that belonged to Joey.

I moved silently through the darkened halls, my heart pounding in my chest. Daxton's study door was ajar, a thin line of light spilling into the corridor. I pushed it open just enough to slip inside, my eyes adjusting to the dimness.

Joey's stuffed wolf sat on a shelf by the window. I reached for it, but my hand froze as I noticed the open drawer on his desk. Inside lay a leather-bound journal, its pages filled with his familiar handwriting.

I shouldn't have looked. But something pulled me forward, some desperate need to understand what had happened to us.

The first page I saw made my breath catch. A sketch of me, drawn with painstaking detail. Not the cold, cruel lines he now used when he looked at me, but something softer, almost tender. I flipped through more pages, finding more drawings, more words that spoke of a bond I thought we'd shared.

'Her wolf calls to mine in ways I can't explain,' one entry read. 'The mate bond is stronger than I wanted to admit.'

My hands trembled as I read on, each word a knife to my heart. He had felt it. He had known. And he had chosen to ignore it, to bury it beneath his obsession with Angelina.

I was so lost in the pages that I almost missed the voices outside the door. I ducked behind a bookshelf just as Daxton and Angelina entered the room, their argument already in full swing.

'You promised me the pack would be mine!' Angelina hissed. 'But you're still protecting her. I saw you looking at those drawings.'

'Keep your voice down,' Daxton growled. 'The walls have ears.'

'What does it matter now?' she spat. 'Elara has the cure for your wolf, but I've made sure she won't give it to you until Lucille is gone completely. You need me now, Daxton. You need my family's support. You need my Luna aura.'

I pressed my hand against my mouth to stifle a gasp. The cure? Joey's accident? It had all been orchestrated.

'And the boy?' Angelina continued, her voice dripping with venom. 'Was he worth it? Sacrificing your own son to frame her?'

Daxton's silence was the only answer I needed.