Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

I watched his retreating figure, the Alpha aura that always surrounded him now feeling like a weight pressing against my chest. My wolf stirred uneasily in the back of my mind, but I silenced her with a sharp mental command. Now wasn’t the time.

I didn’t follow him. Instead, I stood there, staring at the honey cake smashed on the floor, now nothing more than crumbs. It felt like an omen for our future, for the mate bond that was crumbling faster than the cake beneath my feet.

About ten minutes later, Timothy returned after finishing his call. I was just throwing the cake into the trash. He looked at me, his dark eyes filled with a hint of regret, though I wasn’t sure if it was for me or the situation.

"My Luna," he began, his voice soft but carrying the authority of an Alpha, "there was something urgent. You didn’t get to try the cake."

I smiled softly, my voice light, though my wolf growled faintly in protest. "It’s alright. It’s covered in dirt now, might as well toss it."

He stood there, hesitant, his broad shoulders tense and his expression conflicted. Even in moments like this, his presence was commanding, the kind that made lesser wolves avert their gaze. But I wasn’t a lesser wolf—I was his Gamma, his mate, and I refused to let him see me falter.

Understanding, I asked, "Is something wrong? Pack emergency?"

With an apologetic tone, he replied, "There’s an issue with a project for the pack. A Delta was in tears over it, and I need to handle it right now." He added, "I’ll bring you another cake when I get back."

He spoke in his usual soothing manner, his demeanor unchanged, but the faint scent of rosemary—something I didn’t recognize as mine—lingered on him. My wolf bristled at the unfamiliar fragrance, but I kept my expression calm.

Teasingly, I said, "Do your packmates call you Tim?"

He froze for a moment, his smile faltering, and my wolf let out a low whine in my mind. I could feel the mate bond trembling, as if it knew something I wasn’t ready to face.

Waving my hand dismissively, I said, "Just kidding. Go on, don’t let me keep you."

Clearly relieved, he quickly put on his coat and rushed out the door, his Alpha aura leaving a void in the room. Once Timothy left, I hailed a cab to follow his car. The driver was a nice guy named Paul, a Delta from our pack who recognized me immediately.

When I mentioned following the car ahead, he readily agreed, his friendly demeanor putting me at ease despite the storm brewing inside me.

Curious, he asked casually, "Is that your Alpha in the car up front?"

I paused for a second before responding, "My mate."

Sensing my mood, he immediately understood and reassured me, "Don’t worry, Gamma Iliana. We won’t lose him." His use of my title was a subtle reminder of my rank, but right now, it felt hollow.

As we drove, I kept my eyes fixed on Timothy’s car, my heart pounding in sync with my wolf’s restless pacing. Whatever lay ahead, I knew one thing for certain—this wasn’t just about a cake anymore. This was about the bond I thought was unbreakable, the future I had dreamed of, and the Alpha who was slipping further away from me with every passing moment.