Me And My Alpha Had A Revenge Plan

The evening descended over Windsor territory, painting the sky in deepening shades of purple and blue. I slipped away from the pack house, desperate for a moment of solitude after a day of calculated humiliation. My feet carried me along a familiar path, one I had walked countless times with Mia.

Her garden remained tucked away in a forgotten corner of the pack grounds—a small sanctuary of wildflowers and herbs that had grown somewhat wild in her absence. No one tended it anymore. No one but me remembered that this had been her favorite place.

I knelt beside a cluster of moonflowers that were just beginning to open their pale petals to the evening air. My fingers found the worn leather bracelet on my wrist—simple, unadorned, nothing like the glittering jewels that now adorned Primrose's neck and wrists.

'This belonged to my mother,' Mia had told me as she tied it around my thin wrist years ago. I had been half-starved, still feral from my years alone in the wilderness. 'Now it's yours. A reminder that you're family now.'

Family. The word still ached in my chest.

I touched the delicate petals of a moonflower, remembering how Mia had taught me their names, their properties, their meanings. How patient she had been with the wild, suspicious rogue child I'd been.

'You have her eyes,' a deep voice said from behind me.

I didn't turn. I didn't need to. Ajax's scent—pine and midnight—had already reached me, wrapping around me like a familiar embrace we could no longer share.

'Don't,' I whispered, my voice barely audible even to werewolf ears. We couldn't risk being overheard, not even here.

He remained at the edge of the garden, his expression unreadable in the gathering darkness. For a moment, I glimpsed the weight of our charade in the slump of his shoulders, the tightness around his eyes.

Then he straightened, nodded once, and walked away—the Alpha returning to his chosen Omega, leaving his marked Delta alone among the memories of the dead.

---

The next morning brought fresh torment. Primrose made sure I was present when she moved her belongings into the Luna's suite—the rooms that by pack tradition should have been mine after the marking ceremony.

'Oh, Evadne!' she exclaimed with false surprise when I passed the open door on my way to the training grounds. 'I didn't see you there.'

She stood in the center of the elegant chamber, surrounded by pack members carrying her trunks and boxes. The room had been transformed overnight—plush new bedding in the Windsor colors, fresh flowers on every surface, and Mia's jewelry displayed prominently on the vanity.

'Do you like what I've done with the place?' Primrose asked, her eyes glittering with malice. 'Ajax insisted I move in immediately. He said there was no reason to wait for formalities.'

I kept my face carefully blank, though my wolf snarled and thrashed beneath my skin. 'The Luna's suite suits you,' I said evenly.

'Yes,' she agreed, running her fingers along a silk pillow. 'Though I'll be making more changes. This room has such... outdated energy.'

I knew what she meant. This had been Mia's room before her 'suicide.' Before Primrose and Orion had murdered her and her unborn child.

'I'm sure you'll make it your own,' I replied, my voice steady despite the rage building inside me. 'If you'll excuse me, I have duties to attend to.'

Her laughter followed me down the corridor, high and triumphant. She thought she was winning. She thought she was safe.

---

The weekly pack meeting was an exercise in visual hierarchy. Ajax sat in his Alpha chair at the head of the great hall, Primrose beside him in what everyone recognized as the Luna's position. I stood with the other Deltas along the wall, my rank clear to everyone present.

'As many of you know,' Ajax addressed the assembled pack, his voice carrying effortlessly through the hall, 'the annual Moon Goddess Festival is approaching. Traditionally, this is organized by the Luna.'

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. All eyes darted between Primrose, who sat straighter in anticipation, and me, the marked mate who had been publicly discarded.

'However,' Ajax continued, 'given the... unusual circumstances, I've decided that Delta Ruther will oversee the preparations this year.'

Gasps echoed through the hall. Primrose's smile froze on her face.

'Her experience with the ritual aspects will ensure everything proceeds according to tradition,' Ajax explained smoothly. 'Primrose will, of course, preside over the festivities as my chosen companion.'

I kept my expression neutral, though inside I felt a flicker of satisfaction at Primrose's barely concealed fury. This was part of our plan—keeping me involved in pack ceremonies, maintaining my position close enough to strike when the time came.

After the meeting, whispers followed me through the corridors. Primrose's work, no doubt. I caught fragments as I passed groups of pack members who fell silent at my approach.

'...so desperate...'

'...can't accept that he chose Primrose...'

'...planning to challenge for his attention...'

'...pathetic, really...'

The rumors painted me as jealous, unstable, unable to accept Ajax's rejection. Exactly as we had anticipated. The more Primrose portrayed herself as the victim of my supposed obsession, the more she played into our hands.

---

That evening, the pack gathered for dinner in the great hall. I sat far from the high table where Ajax and Primrose held court, surrounded by sycophants eager to curry favor with the future Luna. I focused on my meal, aware of the pitying glances cast my way.

Primrose's laughter rang out above the din of conversation, drawing all eyes to her as she regaled her audience with some amusing tale. I didn't look up, even when I sensed her approaching my table.

'Evadne,' she said sweetly, 'I wanted to personally thank you for taking on the festival preparations. It's so... appropriate for someone of your station.'

I looked up then, meeting her gaze steadily. 'The Moon Goddess Festival is sacred. I'm honored to preserve its traditions.'

Something in my tone made her smile falter for a fraction of a second. Then she leaned closer, as if to share a confidence, and 'accidentally' knocked over her wine glass. The dark red liquid spread across the table and cascaded into my lap, staining my only formal dress—the one I'd worn when Ajax and I reclaimed his position.

Gasps and murmurs filled the hall. All eyes were on us.

'Oh!' Primrose exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth in mock horror. 'How clumsy of me! I'm so terribly sorry, Evadne.'

I sat perfectly still as the cold wine seeped through the fabric. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ajax watching, his face impassive, making no move to intervene.

'No harm done,' I said quietly, dabbing at the stain with a napkin. 'Red is my color, after all.'

Primrose's smile tightened at my calm response. She'd wanted tears, outrage—anything to paint me as the unstable, jealous ex.

'Let me help,' she insisted, grabbing a napkin and making the stain worse with her aggressive dabbing.

I caught her wrist, stopping her. Our eyes locked in silent combat.

'That's enough,' I said, my voice low but firm. 'You've done enough.'

For a moment, I saw a flicker of the cold calculation behind her Omega mask—the same merciless determination that had led her to help murder a pregnant woman. Then she pulled away, turning to the watching crowd with a perfect expression of remorse.

'I feel just terrible,' she announced. 'Please, let me replace your dress, Evadne. It's the least I can do.'

I rose from my seat, the wine dripping from my ruined dress. 'That won't be necessary,' I replied. 'Some stains can never truly be washed away, can they?'

I left the dining hall with my head high, feeling dozens of eyes on my back. Let them think I meant the wine. Let Primrose believe she had won this round.

Every humiliation brought us one step closer to justice. One step closer to the moment when Mia's murderers would finally pay for their crimes.