Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

I woke to the sound of Lucca's voice, high and nervous, streaming from our bedroom. 'Samara? Are you awake?' He appeared in the doorway, hair disheveled, eyes darting around the room like a cornered animal. 'Listen, about last night... there's something you should know.'

I sat up slowly, stretching as if his presence was the most natural thing in the world. 'Good morning to you too,' I said, my voice warm and steady. 'Coffee?'

He ran a hand through his hair, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. 'I didn't mean to stay out all night. It's just... Paulina was feeling so bad, and I couldn't leave her alone. She was asking for me specifically, and I—'

'You don't have to explain,' I interrupted, rising from the bed. I moved to the kitchen with practiced ease, my silk robe trailing behind me. 'I understand. Pack bonds are important.'

Lucca followed me, his relief so palpable it was almost comical. 'You're not upset?'

I turned to face him, my smile so genuine it would have fooled anyone who didn't know the truth. 'Of course not. You were being a good pack mate. I'm proud of you.'

His shoulders sagged as the tension left his body. 'You're incredible, you know that? Most she-wolves would have been screaming and crying.'

'Well, I'm not most she-wolves,' I replied, reaching for the kettle. 'And speaking of Paulina, I made something for her. A little hangover tonic. It's an old family recipe.'

I handed him the small glass bottle filled with amber liquid, watching as he took it with reverent hands. 'You thought of everything, didn't you?'

'Of course. She's your friend, which makes her my friend.' The lie tasted like honey on my tongue, sweet and sticky. 'Tell her I hope she feels better soon.'

Lucca's eyes softened, and for a moment, I saw the wolf I'd once believed loved me. 'I will. And Samara? Thank you. For being so... understanding.'

I kissed his cheek, the gesture feeling like a betrayal to myself. 'Anything for you, mate.'

* * * *

The Black Moon Pack House was eerily quiet that night, the only sound the scratch of my pen against paper as I worked in the strategy room. It was past midnight, but I'd volunteered to stay late, finalizing the alliance proposals for Alpha Colton's review.

The door opened without a knock, and Colton's scent—cedarwood and cool night air—filled the space before he did. 'You're still here,' he said, his voice low and controlled.

I looked up, meeting his dark gaze. 'Just finishing up. The Northern Pack alliance needs to be perfect.'

He moved closer, his presence overwhelming in the small room. 'You're exhausted,' he stated, not a question but a fact.

I blinked, surprised by his observation. 'I'm fine.'

'No, you're not.' His nostrils flared slightly, and I knew he was scenting the room. 'You brought something that doesn't belong to you.'

My heart skipped a beat as I realized what he meant. Lucca's jacket, the one I'd worn earlier to drop at the cleaners, was draped over my chair. Paulina's scent—night-blooming jasmine—clung to it like a second skin.

Colton's eyes flashed dangerously, his wolf Cain rising to the surface. But instead of the fury I expected, he controlled it, tucking it away beneath layers of Alpha restraint. 'You need rest,' he said simply. 'Take the guest suite for the night. I'll have Damon bring you dinner.'

I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off with a look. 'That was an order, Beta Assistant.'

The title, spoken in his deep Alpha voice, made me shiver. 'Yes, Alpha.'

As he turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of something in his eyes—concern, yes, but something else too. Something that made Selene stir restlessly within me.

* * * *

'What do you think of this one?' Lucca held up a silver necklace, its pendant a crescent moon studded with diamonds. 'It's for Paulina. A welcome-home gift.'

We stood in the jewelry store, the air thick with the scent of metal and money. I'd suggested the place myself, of course, guiding him here with the precision of a predator leading prey to the perfect trap.

'It's beautiful,' I said honestly. 'But don't you think it's a bit... common? For someone like Paulina?'

His brow furrowed as he considered my words. 'You're right. She deserves something more... unique.'

I moved to the far wall, my steps deliberate, and pointed to a case containing a single piece—a platinum choker inlaid with sapphires that sparkled like captured starlight. 'That one,' I said softly. 'That's the one.'

Lucca's eyes widened as he took in the intricate design. 'It's perfect. You have such good taste, Samara.'

The jeweler, sensing a sale, quickly produced the piece for inspection. 'An excellent choice, sir. The craftsmanship is unparalleled.'

Lucca handed over his credit card without hesitation, his eagerness to impress Paulina overriding any fiscal caution. As the jeweler wrapped the choker in velvet and satin, I smiled to myself, already imagining the receipt joining its siblings in my hidden folder.

'Thank you for coming with me,' Lucca said as we left the store. 'I couldn't have chosen the right thing without you.'

I leaned into his side, playing the role of the supportive mate. 'That's what I'm here for.'

What he didn't know was that every gift, every moment of devotion, was another thread in the web I was weaving—a trap he would never see until it was too late.