My Alpha Helped His Mistress Murder My Family

The freezing numbness of my grief vanished, swallowed instantly by a violent, white-hot inferno. My inner wolf didn't just whimper anymore; she roared. It was a primal, bloodthirsty sound that clawed its way through my chest, demanding retribution. And with that ferocious roar, something physical snapped inside my mind.

The oppressive, suffocating weight of Kolson’s Alpha aura—the invisible chain that had forced my wolf into submission on the altar—shattered into dust. The fated bond that had kept me docile and desperate for his approval was dead. He had no power over me anymore. I was free. I was furious. And I was dangerously calm.

I snatched the tablet from the floor. My fingers flew across the glowing screen. I didn't have much time. I opened Kolson's secure files, the financial records, the mind-link transcripts, the twisted 'Content Scripts', and that damning classified patrol route. I selected them all. I opened a secure, encrypted cloud server I had set up months ago for Luna charity funds—a server Kolson didn't even know existed.

Upload.

The progress bar crawled across the screen. My heart pounded against my ribs, a steady war drum. 98%... 99%... 100%.

Done.

I swiftly deleted the sent history, cleared the cache, and wiped the recently viewed folders. Just as the screen went black, the heavy brass handle of the office door began to turn.

I tossed the tablet onto the center of the mahogany desk and pulled the damp towel tighter around my shivering shoulders. I let my head drop, masking the lethal predator that had just awakened in my eyes, playing the broken Luna one last time as Kolson walked in.

***

The next afternoon, the crisp autumn air bit at my cheeks. It was the weekly pack run, a sacred tradition meant to honor our wolves and strengthen our community bonds. But to Capri, it was just another aesthetic backdrop for her content farm.

I stood behind the heavy line of pine trees, watching her. She was wearing pristine, designer athletic wear that no real wolf would ever shift or run in, holding her phone high on a silver selfie stick.

"Hey guys!" Capri chirped, her voice dripping with that signature, sickening sweetness. She pouted her lips at the camera. "Out here in the woods with my amazing foster brother's pack! Nature is just so healing, you know? It really puts things into perspective."

My wolf pushed to the surface. My vision sharpened, the edges of the world tinting with gold. I stepped out from the shadows. I didn't lower my gaze. I didn't shrink my posture to appear non-threatening. I walked with the lethal grace of an apex predator, stepping directly into the camera's frame.

Capri blinked, her fake smile faltering for a fraction of a second. "Oh, Aviana... hey."

I didn't say a word. I reached out and snatched the phone and the selfie stick right out of her perfectly manicured hands.

"Hey! What are you doing? I'm live!" Capri hissed, her eyes darting around nervously as she reached for the device.

I easily sidestepped her, turning the camera to face me. The chat on the screen was a rapid blur of emojis and confusing comments.

Who is that?

Omg it's the Luna from the ice video!

Is she mad?

I stared dead into the lens, locking eyes with thousands of strangers. My expression was pure ice.

"Healing," I repeated, the word tasting like poison on my tongue. "That's a beautiful word, Capri. But let's talk about the dark reality behind this flawless influencer aesthetic."

The chat slowed for a heartbeat. Capri lunged for the phone again, but I shoved her back with a hard, authoritative push to her shoulder. She stumbled, her eyes widening in genuine shock. I had never laid a hand on her before.

"Let's talk about how far someone will go for views," I said, my voice projecting clearly over the rustling wind, cold and unyielding. "Did you know that sometimes, a staged prank can cost an unborn life? Did you know that a simple nature vlog can summon monsters to slaughter innocent people?"

The silence in the woods was deafening, but the screen in my hand erupted into absolute chaos.

Thousands of comments flew by in a dizzying stream. Capri's human followers were bewildered, typing frantically. Is this a movie promo? What monsters? True crime vlog?!

But the werewolves watching—the members of our pack and others hiding in plain sight—knew exactly what "unborn life" and "summoning monsters" meant. Rogues. Miscarriage. The ripples of suspicion were already turning into a tidal wave of outrage across the supernatural community.

"Give it back!" Capri shrieked, her sweet persona completely dissolving into a panicked, ugly sneer.

I looked at her, then back at the camera. "Watch closely, everyone," I whispered into the microphone. "The truth is coming."

Before Capri could grab the stick, I dropped the phone onto the hard, rocky dirt path. The glass screen shattered with a sharp crack, splintering right down the middle of Capri's horrified reflection, leaving the live stream staring blindly up at the sky.