Me And My Alpha Had A Revenge Plan

Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across my chamber floor. I stared at the ceiling, the mark on my neck still tender from Ajax's ritual bite. A mating mark that meant everything and nothing at once.

Voices drifted through my partially open window—hushed, yet deliberately loud enough to reach my ears.

"Poor thing," a female voice said with mock sympathy. "Marked and abandoned on the same night. I've never heard of such humiliation."

"What did she expect?" another replied. "A Delta? A former rogue? Luna material? Please."

Their laughter cut through me like claws. I closed my eyes, channeling the pain into the cold, hard resolve I'd been nurturing for three years. Let them talk. Every whisper was another brick in the foundation of our revenge.

I dressed methodically in my Delta warrior attire—practical, understated, the opposite of what a Luna would wear. The silver pendant Mia had given me remained hidden beneath my shirt, close to my heart. My one concession to sentimentality.

"Justice," I whispered to my reflection. "Not status."

The dining hall fell into a hush when I entered. Dozens of eyes tracked my movement, waiting for signs of a breakdown. I kept my head high, my face impassive, though my wolf howled with rage inside me.

Then I saw her.

Primrose sat at the high table beside Ajax's empty chair, her golden curls arranged artfully over her shoulders. She wore a pale blue dress that highlighted her Omega curves, but it was the jewelry that caught my attention—a diamond necklace that caught the light with every calculated movement of her slender neck, matching earrings that dangled like icicles, and a bracelet that clinked musically as she reached for her tea.

All pieces I'd seen in Ajax's family vault. All pieces that should have gone to Mia.

"Evadne," Primrose called sweetly, her voice carrying across the hall. "Come join us. There's plenty of room."

A trap, designed to showcase my humiliation. I approached slowly, feeling the weight of the pack's scrutiny.

"You look tired," Primrose said, her eyes gleaming with malice as I took a seat several chairs away. "Difficult night?"

Before I could respond, Ajax entered. The pack members rose in respect, heads bowed to their Alpha. He acknowledged them with a nod before taking his place beside Primrose. His eyes slid over me as if I were a stranger.

"You look beautiful this morning," he told Primrose, loud enough for all to hear. His fingers brushed against the diamond necklace. "These suit you."

"Thank you, Alpha," she preened, shooting me a victorious glance. "They're exquisite. Family heirlooms?"

"Yes," Ajax replied. "Meant for a true Luna."

The words landed like physical blows. I focused on my food, tasting nothing, remembering Mia showing me these very pieces years ago.

"My father gave these to my mother," she had told me, her fingers caressing the diamonds. "Someday, they'll belong to the next Windsor Luna."

Now they adorned the neck of her murderer.

After breakfast, I led my Delta warriors to the training grounds. Combat drills had always been my sanctuary—the one place where my rogue upbringing was an asset rather than a liability. My warriors respected me, at least. They'd seen me fight alongside Ajax to reclaim his position.

"Formation three," I ordered, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Perimeter defense against multiple attackers."

As we moved through the drills, I became aware of a commotion at the edge of the training grounds. Primrose had arrived with her entourage of Omega and Beta females, all dressed inappropriately for the training area in flowing dresses and delicate shoes. They positioned themselves directly in Ajax's line of sight as he observed the warriors.

Primrose's laughter rang out, high and musical, cutting through the sounds of combat. I glanced over to see her twirling playfully, her dress billowing around her legs as she pretended to demonstrate a dance move to her friends. Ajax watched, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Again," I snapped at my warriors, who had also been distracted by the display. "Tighten your formation. A real enemy won't be distracted by pretty dresses."

We continued, sweat beading on my forehead as I pushed my warriors harder, channeling my frustration into every strike and parry. I was vaguely aware of Ajax approaching, his Alpha presence causing my warriors to straighten and bow their heads respectfully.

"Delta Ruther," he said formally, using my rank rather than my name. "Your warriors' technique lacks refinement."

I stiffened. "They're effective, Alpha. We focus on results rather than appearance."

His eyes narrowed slightly—the tiniest break in his facade that only I would notice. A warning to control my emotions.

"Perhaps," he replied coldly, "but grace and proper form reflect discipline and breeding." He turned toward Primrose, who had sauntered closer. "Primrose understands this balance. Even in her movements, you can see generations of noble blood."

Primrose beamed, executing a perfect curtsy that had nothing to do with combat and everything to do with displaying her feminine charms.

"Unlike others," Ajax continued, his gaze sliding dismissively over me, "who rely on brute force to compensate for what they lack in proper upbringing."

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the assembled warriors. The insult was clear and cutting—a public rejection of everything I was.

I swallowed hard, tasting blood where I'd bitten the inside of my cheek. "As you say, Alpha. We can't all be born into privilege."

For a fleeting second, I saw pain flash in Ajax's eyes—the same pain I'd witnessed when he spoke of Mia. Then it was gone, replaced by the cold mask of the Alpha who had discarded me.

"Continue your drills, Delta," he said dismissively before offering his arm to Primrose. "Come, let me show you the renovations to the east wing. I think you'll find it perfect for the Luna's quarters."

As they walked away, Primrose glanced over her shoulder, her smile venomous with triumph. She thought she was winning. She thought she was safe.

She had no idea she was walking into our trap, step by calculated step.

I turned back to my warriors, their faces a mixture of pity and discomfort. "Again," I commanded, my voice hard as steel. "From the beginning."