My Alpha Chose His Mistress Over His Pregnant Luna

I returned to the Silver Moon Pack house with my head bowed, shoulders slumped in a perfect picture of submission. The weight of my decision pressed against my chest, but my resolve remained unshaken. For the sake of my unborn child, I would play Hudson's game—one last time.

"I've been thinking about what's best for the pack," I said softly as I entered Hudson's office, where he sat with Ashlynn perched on the edge of his desk. "You're right. The Unity Ceremony will strengthen our position."

Hudson's eyes widened slightly—clearly surprised by my sudden compliance. Ashlynn's smile faltered for just a moment before widening into a triumphant smirk.

"See?" she purred, sliding her hand along Hudson's shoulder. "I told you she'd come around."

Hudson's posture straightened, his Alpha aura expanding with renewed confidence. "Good. The ceremony will take place during the Moon Goddess Festival. It's time the pack sees unity among its leaders."

I lowered my gaze, hiding the cold calculation behind my eyes. "As you wish, Alpha."

As I turned to leave, I felt Ashlynn's suspicious stare burning into my back. But Hudson was already dismissing me, his attention focused on his mistress.

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The Moon Goddess Festival arrived with all its ancient splendor. Lanterns hung from tree branches, casting silver light across the central clearing. Pack members dressed in ceremonial attire, their excitement palpable as they prepared for the night's events.

I stood before the mirror in my chambers, adjusting the silver circlet that rested on my dark hair. The Luna's ceremonial gown—pale blue with silver embroidery—draped elegantly over my slightly rounded stomach.

"You look beautiful," Dr. Sarah said from the doorway, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you certain about this?"

I met her gaze in the mirror. "More certain than I've ever been."

She nodded, understanding passing between us. As she left, I slipped my hand into my pocket, feeling the small vial of herbs my mother had given me—harmless, but effective enough to simulate early labor contractions.

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The clearing filled with delegates from allied packs, their curious eyes following me as I took my place beside Hudson. Ashlynn stood nearby, draped in white—a deliberate mimicry of a Luna's ceremonial gown, though slightly modified to accommodate her own status.

"Alpha Hudson," a distinguished elder from the Northern Pack greeted us, his gaze flickering between Hudson and me. "We're honored to witness this historic Unity Ceremony."

Hudson puffed out his chest, basking in the attention. "The Silver Moon Pack has always been progressive in its approach to leadership."

I felt Parker's arrival before I saw him—a shift in the air, a sudden tension that rippled through the gathering. He entered with his elite warriors, their presence strategically positioned around the perimeter of the clearing.

"Alpha Parker," Hudson greeted him with forced cordiality. "I'm surprised you accepted our invitation."

Parker's eyes found mine, a flicker of something unreadable passing between us. "I wouldn't miss such an important occasion."

As the ceremony preparations continued, I watched Hudson preen before the gathered dignitaries, Ashlynn clinging to his arm like a trophy. His arrogance grew with each compliment, each bow of respect.

The elder raised his hands, calling for silence. "We gather under the Moon Goddess's light to witness a sacred union—"

A sharp pain lanced through my abdomen, doubling me over with a gasp. I clutched my stomach, letting out a groan that silenced the crowd.

"Luna Maddie?" The elder's voice was thick with concern.

Before I could respond, Ashlynn collapsed to the ground in a dramatic heap, her hands clutching her head.

"Help!" she shrieked. "Someone's attacking me! A rogue—they're in my head!"

Hudson froze between us, his eyes darting from my groaning form to Ashlynn's writhing body. The gathered crowd held its collective breath, waiting for their Alpha's decision.

It came without hesitation.

"Ashlynn!" Hudson rushed to her side, scooping her into his arms. "Get the doctor! Now!"

He cradled her against his chest, completely ignoring my apparent distress. "The rogue is attacking her mind," he shouted to the stunned onlookers. "She needs immediate attention!"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as Hudson carried Ashlynn toward the pack house, leaving me kneeling on the ground, supported by Dr. Sarah's steady hands.

"Alpha Hudson," Dr. Sarah called after him, her voice tight with disbelief. "What about Luna Maddie? She's carrying your heir!"

Hudson paused, looking back over his shoulder. For a moment, I thought I saw conflict in his eyes—but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"Attend to her after you've stabilized Ashlynn," he ordered, already turning away. "My chosen mate needs me first."

As he disappeared into the darkness, carrying the woman he'd chosen over his Luna and unborn child, the whispers began—first in shocked murmurs, then rising to a roar of disapproval that echoed through the sacred clearing.

My wolf stirred within me, her voice calm and certain.

*The trap is sprung,* she whispered. *And he has walked right into it.*