My Alpha Chose His Mistress Over His Pregnant Luna

The first sign of Parker's retaliation came with the trade wagons.

"Alpha Hudson," Beta Marcus reported, his face tight with concern. "The Northern Alliance has canceled our grain shipment. They say our credit is... compromised."

Hudson slammed his fist on the table. "What do you mean, compromised?"

I sat silently in the corner of the war room, watching as my mate's empire began to crumble. Two weeks had passed since I'd handed Parker the flash drive, and now the noose was tightening.

"The Silver Moon accounts show unusual activity," Marcus continued, avoiding my gaze. "Large withdrawals. Frequent transfers to offshore territories."

"That's impossible," Hudson snarled. "Those accounts are secure."

But I knew better. I'd given Parker everything—access codes, account numbers, transaction histories. The evidence of Hudson's embezzlement was now in the hands of the Regional Werewolf Council.

By midday, the news had spread through the pack. I walked through the dining hall, where conversations hushed as I passed. Pack members who once greeted me warmly now watched with wary eyes.

"There's barely enough flour for tomorrow's bread," I overheard Delta Jessica whispering to another wolf. "And the meat stores are already half-empty."

My wolf stirred within me. *They're beginning to see him for what he truly is.*

Later that evening, Hudson stormed into our chambers, his face contorted with rage.

"This is your doing," he hissed, advancing toward me. "You're sabotaging me."

I backed away, one hand protectively covering my stomach. "I'm carrying your heir, Hudson. Why would I sabotage the pack?"

"Because you're jealous!" he shouted, his Alpha tone making the windows rattle. "You can't stand that I've found comfort elsewhere."

Comfort. As if betraying our sacred bond was nothing more than seeking solace.

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"The pack is suffering because of you," Hudson announced the next morning, his voice carrying across the central clearing where the entire pack had gathered. "Our Luna has failed in her duties."

Gasps rippled through the crowd. I stood tall despite the weight of their stares.

"The Moon Goddess requires submission and obedience," he continued, his eyes boring into mine. "When the Luna fails to submit to her Alpha, the pack suffers."

My wolf snarled within me. *He blames us for his failures.*

"You will submit to me completely," Hudson demanded, stepping closer. "You will pray to the Moon Goddess daily for forgiveness. You will restore the pack's energy."

Before I could respond, Ashlynn stepped forward, her hand resting on her slightly rounded stomach.

"Perhaps what the pack needs is a Unity Ceremony," she suggested, her voice honey-sweet. "To officially recognize me as a second mate."

The crowd murmured in shock. Second mates were rare—almost unheard of in established packs.

"If Luna Maddie refuses," Ashlynn continued, her eyes gleaming with triumph, "then perhaps Alpha Hudson should consider taking her pup after birth and raising it with me—someone who truly supports the pack's welfare."

My blood turned to ice. "You would take my child?"

"It's for the good of the pack," Ashlynn replied smoothly. "Your negative energy is affecting everyone."

I felt something snap inside me—the last thread of restraint.

---

"I can't stay here anymore," I confessed to my mother as we sat in her healing cabin in the neighboring Crescent Valley Pack. "He'll take my baby."

My mother, Elena, her silver-streaked hair falling loose around her shoulders, took my hands in hers.

"He abandoned you during a rogue attack," she said, her voice tight with controlled fury. "No true Alpha would ever leave his pregnant Luna in danger."

"I gave Parker everything," I admitted. "The trade routes, the financial records. Hudson's empire is crumbling."

Instead of the disapproval I expected, my mother's eyes shone with pride.

"My daughter," she whispered, "has the heart of a true Luna."

She rose and moved to an ancient cedar chest in the corner of the cabin. From it, she withdrew a wrapped bundle and returned to my side.

"This belonged to your grandmother," she said, unwrapping a gleaming silver dagger with intricate moonstone inlays. "It's been passed down through generations of Luna wolves who refused to be victims."

I traced the blade's edge with trembling fingers.

"Your grandmother used this when she chose the path of the Rogue Luna," Elena continued. "When she rejected a mate who betrayed her."

"The pack elders will never allow it," I whispered.

"The pack elders follow strength," my mother replied simply. "And you, my daughter, have shown more strength than Hudson ever has."

As I clutched the dagger to my chest, something shifted within me. My wolf, usually so restless, settled into a calm determination.

*We are not alone,* she whispered. *We have our family's blessing.*

I looked up at my mother, seeing in her eyes the same resolve that now burned in my own heart.

"I know what I have to do," I said softly.

And for the first time in months, I felt truly free.