My Alpha Chose Her Over Me

The champagne glass slipped.

Not much. Just a wobble as the dizziness hit me again, that same lightheaded feeling I'd been getting all week. Dr. Elena said it was normal—low blood pressure, dehydration, the baby taking what little I had left.

But normal didn't matter when a single drop of red wine splashed onto the marble floor, inches from Jessica's designer heel.

She shrieked like I'd stabbed her.

"Oh my God!" Her hand flew to her chest, eyes wide with theatrical horror. "You almost ruined my shoes! These are Louboutins!"

The ballroom went quiet. Conversations died mid-sentence. Every eye in the room turned toward us—toward me, standing there with my tray and my trembling hands and my pathetic black dress.

Dariel was on his feet in seconds.

He crossed the distance between us so fast I barely had time to step back. His hand clamped around my upper arm, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" His voice was low, dangerous. The kind of tone that made weaker wolves drop their eyes and bare their throats. "Can't you do one simple task without screwing it up?"

"I'm sorry, I just—"

"You're embarrassing me." He jerked me forward, and I stumbled, the tray clattering to the floor. More champagne spilled, spreading across the marble in a golden pool. "In front of my entire pack. In front of Jessica."

Behind him, Jessica watched with wide, innocent eyes. Playing the victim. Playing her role perfectly.

"Clean it up," Dariel said. "Now."

I looked around for a towel, for something to—

"On your knees."

The words hit like a physical blow. Around us, I heard whispers. Gasps. Someone laughed—high and cruel.

Adaline.

My stepsister stood near the refreshment table, her lips curved in a smile that made my stomach turn. She was enjoying this. Drinking it in like fine wine.

"Dariel, please—" I kept my voice low, desperate. "Can we talk privately? I need to tell you something important—"

"I don't have time for your drama." He released my arm with a shove that sent me stumbling. "Clean up your mess and get out of my sight."

He turned back to Jessica, his hand finding the small of her back, guiding her away from the 'disaster' I'd created. She leaned into him, her head on his shoulder, and I heard her whisper something that made him laugh.

I dropped to my knees.

The marble was cold and hard beneath me. My hands shook as I gathered the broken glass, as I used the hem of my dress to mop up the spilled champagne. Around me, the party resumed. Music started again. Conversations picked up where they'd left off.

Like I wasn't even there.

Like I was just part of the furniture. Something to be cleaned up and forgotten.

I finished and fled to the kitchen, my face burning, my eyes stinging with tears I refused to let fall. Not here. Not where they could see.

But I wasn't alone.

Jessica and Adaline followed me through the swinging door, their heels clicking in perfect synchronization on the tile floor. I turned to face them, my back against the industrial sink, trapped.

"That was quite a performance," Jessica said, examining her nails. "Though I have to say, you look better on your knees. It suits you."

Adaline laughed, moving to block the other exit. "Did you really think he'd choose you? Look at you, Nora. You're pathetic. You've always been pathetic."

"I need to get back to work—"

"Oh, you won't be working here much longer." Jessica stepped closer, her perfume overwhelming in the small space. That sickly-sweet floral scent that made my wolf whimper and retreat. "Dariel and I have been talking. About making things official. About me becoming Luna."

My hand moved instinctively to my stomach, protective. Hidden.

"And when that happens," Adaline added, her voice dropping to a whisper, "you'll be exiled. Cast out as a rogue. No pack. No home. No Alpha to protect you."

"He won't—"

"He will." Jessica's smile was sharp as broken glass. "Because I'll ask him to. And Dariel gives me everything I want."

They left me there, their laughter echoing down the hallway.

I slid down the cabinet to the floor, my arms wrapped around my knees, around the secret growing inside me. The baby. Dariel's heir. The one thing that might save me or destroy me completely.

I couldn't tell which anymore.

The next morning, I forced myself outside. Dr. Elena had said fresh air was important, that I needed to move, to keep my blood flowing for the baby's sake. So I walked, even though every step felt like dragging weights.

The training grounds were empty this early, just packed dirt and practice dummies and the lingering scent of sweat and aggression. I kept to the edge, not wanting to intrude, not wanting to be seen.

But they found me anyway.

Adaline and Jessica appeared from behind the equipment shed, blocking my path back to the cabin. They moved like predators, circling, cutting off escape routes.

"Going somewhere?" Adaline's voice was honey-sweet and poisonous.

I tried to step around them. "I'm just walking. I'm not bothering anyone—"

"You're bothering me." Jessica crossed her arms, her perfect face twisted with disgust. "Your existence bothers me. The way you look at Dariel like you have any right to him."

"I don't—"

"You're delusional," Adaline cut in, moving closer. "You actually thought he loved you. That he'd make you his Luna. It's embarrassing, Nora. You're embarrassing."

My wolf stirred, weak but present, urging me to run. To protect the pup. But my legs wouldn't move.

"He never wanted you," Jessica said, her voice dropping low and cruel. "You were just convenient. A warm body until I came back. And now that I'm here—"

She stepped forward, and I saw it in her eyes.

She was going to hurt me.

And no one was coming to stop her.