After My Alpha Whipped Me for Exposing His Mistress

The rogues came at dusk.

I was walking Kashton home from the pack school when the first howl cut through the trees. It wasn't one of ours. Then came another, and another, until the whole eastern ridge was screaming.

My name is Arielle. For seven years, I have been Luna of the Blackridge Pack. And in seven years, I had never heard so many rogues at once.

*Rogues at the east border! They're inside!* The mind link exploded with voices. Warriors shouting. Mothers calling for their pups. Someone was crying, high and broken, and then they went silent.

I scooped Kashton into my arms. He was four years old and light as a bird. "Mama?" he whispered.

"Hold on to me, little wolf. Don't let go."

I ran for the old storage barn. It was the closest building with thick walls. But fire got there first. Someone had thrown a torch through the window, and smoke was pouring out of the roof.

A beam cracked above us. I didn't think. I threw myself over Kashton as the timber frame came crashing down.

Pain shot through my shoulder. The world went dark and hot. When I opened my eyes, we were trapped in a small pocket under the fallen wood. Flames licked the edges. Kashton was pinned against me, and something warm and wet was running down his forehead.

Blood. My son's blood.

"Mama, it hurts," he sobbed. "It hurts."

"I know, baby. I know."

I let my Luna aura flare out around us, wide and bright. It wouldn't stop fire. But it would tell every wolf nearby that their Luna was here, and that she needed help.

Then I reached for the bond.

Caden. My fated mate. Alpha of Blackridge. The man the Moon Goddess had chosen for me when I was nineteen and foolish enough to think that meant he would love me.

*Caden. We're trapped in the east barn. Kashton is hurt. Please.*

Nothing came back. Just the bond, cold and quiet, like it always was.

*Caden, please. He's bleeding.*

I felt him then. A flicker. He'd heard me. He knew.

Minutes later, I heard engines. Through a gap in the beams, I saw headlights cut through the smoke. Three trucks. And an armored vehicle with the Blackridge crest on the door.

Caden stepped out first. Tall, broad, his dark hair wild in the wind. His Alpha aura rolled over the clearing like thunder. My heart jumped. For one stupid second, I thought, *He came.*

Then he spoke.

"Callie Reed is in the west supply shed. She's pregnant. Get her out. Now."

I stopped breathing.

The west shed wasn't even burning. It was fifty yards away, behind a stone wall. Safe. And she was in there.

Callie Reed. A warrior's daughter with soft eyes and a sweet voice. The woman my mate had been sleeping with for two years. The woman who had stood in my kitchen a month ago, hand on her flat belly, and told the whole pack she was carrying Caden's pup.

His warriors ran right past us. Right past the barn. Right past their Luna and their Alpha's son.

"Wait!" I screamed. "Kashton's in here! Your son is in here!"

One warrior slowed. Caden barked something, sharp with Alpha tone, and the man flinched and kept running.

I watched them carry Callie out. She was wrapped in a blanket. She wasn't even hurt. She clung to Caden's neck, and he held her like she was made of glass. He helped her into the armored vehicle himself.

Kashton saw it too. He pressed his small face to the gap in the wood.

"Daddy!" he screamed. "Daddy! Daddy, I'm here!"

Caden's head turned. Just a little. I know he heard. I know it.

Then he climbed into the vehicle and shut the door.

The beam above us groaned. Sparks rained down on my back. I curled tighter around my son and waited to burn.

"Luna! Hold on!"

It was Owen, a young Delta from the night patrol. He didn't wait for orders. He shoved his shoulder under the timber and lifted, roaring with effort. The wood shifted. He reached in and pulled Kashton out first, then grabbed my arm and dragged me free.

We hit the dirt just as the barn roof collapsed.

The armored vehicle was already gone. Its taillights disappeared into the smoke.

Caden never looked back.

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That night, the healer's quarters smelled of herbs and burnt hair.

Miriam, the old healer, worked on Kashton by lamplight. Her hands were steady as she cleaned the cut above his eye. Six stitches. Another gash on his arm. Bruises everywhere.

He didn't cry when the needle went in. That scared me more than anything.

Afterward, I held him on my lap. He shook against me for a long time. Then he finally broke, sobbing into my chest so hard he couldn't breathe.

"Why didn't Daddy come?" he choked out. "Why did he take her?"

I had no answer. I just held him and rocked him and stared at the wall.

That was when I felt it.

Deep in my chest, where the mate bond lived, something gave way. Not a break. Not yet. Just a thin, sharp crack, like ice on a pond in early spring. It hurt in a way I can't explain. It felt like the first true thing I'd felt in years.

Seven years. Seven years of smiling at banquets. Seven years of quiet phone calls and secret letters, of fixing what he broke and never asking for thanks. Seven years of telling myself he would see me one day.

He saw me tonight. He saw both of us. And he drove away.

In three days, Blackridge would host the annual Pack Banquet. Every allied Alpha would come. Every Luna. Every treaty I had quietly built would be sitting at those tables.

And Callie would be there, on his arm.

I kissed my son's hair and closed my eyes.

I was done being quiet.