After My Mate Chose Mistress, I Vowed Revenge

Three days had passed since I discovered James's betrayal, and each moment felt like walking through a fog of pain. Yet beneath that fog, something cold and calculating had taken root. My trembling hands now moved with purpose as I entered the healer's cottage at the edge of pack territory.

Healer Maeve was waiting, her silver-streaked hair pulled back in a severe bun. "Are you certain about this, Luna?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm not Luna here," I reminded her, pulling the hood of my cloak lower. "Today, I am Selene Nightshade."

Maeve nodded grimly and handed me a small pouch of herbs. "Crush these between your palms and rub them on your pulse points. It will mask your scent."

The herbs were bitter and pungent as I crushed them, their oils staining my fingers green. I dabbed them at my wrists, behind my ears, and at the hollow of my throat, feeling the magic take hold as my natural scent—the one James would recognize instantly—began to fade.

"The ritual is scheduled for the full moon, three nights from now," Maeve said, recording the false name in the ancient ledger. "I've ensured Alpha James will officiate personally."

"And he suspects nothing?"

"Nothing," she confirmed. "He believes it's a routine severing for a visiting she-wolf from the northern territories."

I placed my hand protectively over my belly, feeling Little Moon's presence. My revenge would be complete before James even realized what he had lost.

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The afternoon sun beat down on the training grounds as pack members gathered for the monthly training run. I stood at the edge of the crowd, my presence barely acknowledged. Since the incident at James's office, I had become a ghost in my own pack—pitied by some, ignored by most.

James stood at the center of the field, his powerful frame commanding attention as he issued orders to the warriors. Beside him, Vanessa moved with the easy confidence of someone who knew her position was secure. The sight of them together made Aria snarl within me.

I circled the perimeter, keeping my distance but close enough to observe. As the main group began their run, James and Vanessa lingered behind, their heads bent close in conversation. I slipped behind a storage shed, my enhanced hearing picking up their words clearly.

"The nursery budget was approved yesterday," James was saying, his voice casual. "Twenty thousand for renovations."

Vanessa laughed, the sound grating against my nerves. "Perfect. We can use half of that for our Moonveil run. No one will notice if we cut corners on the nursery."

"Some barren she-wolf complained to the council again about her mate spending too much time away," James said, his tone mocking. "As if she understands what it takes to lead a pack."

My blood ran cold. They were talking about me—about us. The nursery they were planning to strip bare was meant for our pup. Little Moon's sanctuary.

"Poor thing," Vanessa purred, not sounding sympathetic at all. "Maybe if she could satisfy her mate properly, he wouldn't need to look elsewhere."

Their laughter mingled as they moved away, leaving me frozen in place, my nails digging crescents into my palms. Aria howled in rage, the sound echoing through my mind with such force that I doubled over.

*Kill them both*, she demanded, her fury a tangible force within me.

"No," I whispered, straightening slowly. "Death is too quick. Too merciful."

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By the following morning, my body had begun to betray me. The stress of carrying both a pup and the weight of betrayal had taken its toll. I woke to sharp pains shooting through my abdomen, my skin clammy with sweat.

"Luna Ellie!" My attendant gasped when she found me curled on the bathroom floor. "I'll fetch Alpha James immediately."

"No!" I grabbed her wrist, my grip desperate. "Get Healer Maeve. Only her."

Within the hour, I was in the healing quarters, Maeve's cool hands pressing gently against my belly as she murmured ancient words of healing.

"Your wolf is in distress," she said grimly. "The bond between you is straining under your emotional turmoil. This is dangerous for both you and the pup."

"James?" I asked weakly.

Maeve's expression hardened. "I sent word to the Alpha. He's... unavailable. Meeting with delegates from the Lycan King's court."

Of course. His precious promotion. Even now, with his mate and pup in danger, James's ambition came first.

"Rest," Maeve instructed, pressing a cup of bitter tea into my hands. "The ritual is in two days. You need your strength."

As I drifted into an herb-induced sleep, Aria's presence curled protectively around Little Moon within me. James had made his choice. Soon, I would make mine.

And he would never see it coming.