Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

After dinner, he volunteered to wash the dishes. I sat on the couch, stealing glances at Alpha Timothy in the kitchen. He was washing up while occasionally checking his phone, a smile often playing on his lips. It was oddly amusing—six years of mate bond couldn’t compete with the excitement of something new.

After cleaning up, he cheerfully brought over a box of spiced honey cake to me. "Luna, I got your favorite tiramisu," he said, using the title that still felt foreign to me. He looked at me with the eager anticipation of a child seeking approval. I’ve always had a sweet tooth, thinking desserts could brighten any day. But now, no sweetness could cut through the bitterness in my heart. I stared blankly at the cake box, the weight of his betrayal pressing down on me.

Seeing me lost in thought, Alpha Timothy gently asked, "Luna, what are you thinking about?" I snapped back to the present and was about to reach for the cake. Just then, his phone, left on the table, started ringing loudly. Before I could see who it was, he quickly grabbed it, as if worried I might see.

My hand dropped open, and the cake fell to the floor with a soft thud. The ringtone kept going, sharp and insistent. In his rush to silence it, he accidentally answered the call.

"Alpha," a soft female voice, choked with tears, floated through the air. I looked up at him, catching a brief flash of panic in his eyes. He quickly lowered the volume to almost inaudible and composed himself, his Alpha aura flickering for a moment before he regained control. He mouthed to me, pointing at the screen, "It’s a colleague," then hurried toward the balcony with the phone in hand, his movements stiff and unnatural.

I sat there, frozen, the crumbs of the cake scattered at my feet. My wolf stirred within me, a low growl of warning I couldn’t ignore. *He’s lying,* she whispered, her voice sharp with distrust. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. This wasn’t the first time he’d lied to me, but it was the first time I’d heard her voice so clearly.

The balcony door slid shut behind him, muffling his words but not the tension in the air. I stared at the closed door, the title "Luna" echoing in my mind like a cruel joke. I wasn’t his Luna, not truly. Not when he was out there, whispering reassurances to another she-wolf while I sat here, broken and alone.

The bitterness in my heart grew heavier, and for the first time, I wondered if the Moon Goddess had made a mistake. Or if I had.