Mated And Betrayed: My Alpha's Secret

Kieran’s communicator blinked on the wooden dining table. As always, he didn’t even try to hide his infidelity. Did he think I was blind? Or maybe he thought I was too weak to act, too broken to question the Alpha of the Silverclaw Pack.

The sound of water running in the bathhouse echoed through the den. With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself up from the chair, feeling the weight of years spent in a broken bond. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as I picked up his device, hoping to find the truth he had been keeping from me. I tried all the obvious passcodes: our bond anniversary, his birthday, mine… nothing. But then I remembered the date from Selene’s last bonding ceremony with Kieran—the date she had flaunted so proudly.

Success.

My heart pounded as I scrolled through the messages. Selene’s profile picture was there, her familiar face staring back at me. Their last exchange taunted me:

“Does love still matter if we're apart?” she had asked.

“If love is true, then distance is nothing,” Kieran had replied.

I sneered, activating the screen recording feature. The chat was filled with messages like, “My love, I miss you,” and “Soon, we’ll be together.” As I read through their words, the deep ache in my chest hardened into something more—something darker. Anger.

After recording the chat, I moved to his order logs. My throat tightened as I found deliveries of rare herbal tonics, luxury furs, and intricate jewel-stones, all sent to the same location: her den. The same gifts he once gave to me, now given to her without hesitation.

My wolf growled within me, the sound echoing in my mind, demanding action. I captured every detail, every message, and every order. Once I was done, I deleted the traces of my investigation and set the communicator back on the table as if nothing had happened.

Returning to our room, I lay down on the fur-covered bed, the betrayal gnawing at me. After years of loyalty, years of being his Luna, I had been reduced to nothing more than an afterthought in his life. His lies wrapped around me like a suffocating fog, cold and inescapable.

Kieran stepped out of the bathhouse, his long hair still damp. His communicator buzzed, and I watched from the shadows as he glanced at the screen. His features softened as he answered the call. My heart clenched as I saw him smile, his voice barely above a whisper. He stepped out onto the balcony, his boots quiet against the wood as he shut the door behind him.

Curiosity tugged at me, pulling me out of bed. I crept toward the door, watching him through the crack. His face, normally hard as stone, now wore an expression of tenderness. My hands shook as I pressed against the doorframe, listening to the murmurs of his conversation. He frowned for a moment, but quickly softened, nodding and agreeing to whatever Selene was asking.

I turned away, my wolf howling in rage, the pain twisting deep inside me. When he returned, I forced myself back into bed, feigning sleep.

Kieran slipped into bed beside me, his hand gently resting on my waist, as if I were still his. His lips brushed my forehead, his voice soft. “Lyla, something urgent has come up with the patrols. I have to leave for a few hours.”

I opened my eyes and met his gaze. The flicker of hope I still held for him, for us, was barely a spark. Maybe, just maybe, if he chose me tonight, I could fight for us. “I’m not feeling well,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Can’t you stay? Just for tonight?”

His hesitation spoke volumes. The troubled smile that followed shattered the last piece of hope I clung to. “Lyla, you know the pack needs me. I can’t let them down. I’ll ask one of the wolves to check in on you while I’m gone. It won’t take long.”

It was like he had rehearsed it all, as if lying had become second nature to him. My chest tightened with the weight of the truth, but I forced a small smile. “Be safe,” I murmured, turning away from him as he dressed and left the room.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I pushed myself out of bed, grabbing my cloak and slipping into the night. The moon was high above, casting a pale glow on the forest as I followed Kieran’s scent through the woods. I moved swiftly, my senses sharp, knowing exactly where he was headed.

I reached the hidden path that led to Selene’s den, hiding in the shadows as I watched them. Kieran’s strong arms wrapped around her as she ran into his embrace, her laughter filling the quiet forest. His hand rested on her waist, his face full of tenderness and warmth—an expression he hadn’t shown me in years.

Anger flared hot in my chest as I pulled out my communicator and began recording their embrace. My hands shook, not from fear, but from the raw fury building inside me. I watched as Kieran gently helped her into his carriage, securing her as if she were the most precious thing in his world.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “Follow them,” I told the driver as I climbed into the carriage that had been waiting for me at the forest’s edge.

We traveled through the woods, the cool night air biting at my skin. My heart pounded in time with the steady thud of hooves, but my mind was clear, focused. I would not be the weak Luna any longer.

When we finally arrived at the healer’s cabin near the pack’s border, I paid the driver and stepped out into the night. Kieran’s scent led me straight to the entrance, where the healer stood, greeting them with a knowing smile. My wolf stirred within me, claws aching to tear apart the life they had built behind my back.

The healer ushered them inside.