My Alpha Married His Lover and Made Me Serve Her

The morning sun filtered through the estate's grand windows as I stepped into the gardens, desperate for fresh air. My body still ached from yesterday's blood extraction, but the pain in my heart cut deeper. Knox's rejection of our child had left me hollow.

"Freya," a familiar voice called from behind a rose bush.

I whirled around, my heart leaping. "Snowball?"

My beloved fox emerged from the foliage, his amber eyes bright with recognition. He'd somehow tracked me all the way from the forest to the estate.

"How did you find me?" I whispered, dropping to my knees.

He approached cautiously, his bushy tail swishing. When he reached me, he pressed his muzzle against my hand, a soft whine escaping his throat.

"I'm so sorry," I murmured, stroking his fur. "I should never have brought you here."

A shadow fell across us. I looked up to find Scarlet standing there, her perfectly manicured hand pressed to her chest in mock surprise.

"My God," she gasped, her eyes wide with calculated fear. "There's a wild animal in the gardens!"

Before I could react, she turned and fled, her screams echoing through the estate.

"Snowball, run!" I urged, but it was too late.

Within minutes, Knox appeared with two security guards. His silver eyes were cold as he surveyed the scene.

"What is this creature doing here?" he demanded.

"He's my companion," I said, rising to my feet. "Please, Knox. He's harmless."

Scarlet reappeared, clinging to Knox's arm. "It scared me," she whimpered. "What if it had attacked our baby?"

Knox's expression hardened. "Take the fox."

"No!" I lunged forward, but Knox caught my wrist.

"Freya," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "You've defied me enough lately."

"Please," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "He's all I have left."

Something flickered in Knox's eyes—doubt, perhaps even regret. Then Scarlet spoke again.

"I want something made from its fur," she purred. "To remind me who truly belongs here."

Knox nodded once, decisively. "Skin it."

I screamed as they dragged Snowball away, his terrified eyes locked on mine until the door closed between us.

* * *

The next morning, I sat motionless by the window, my body numb with grief. The door opened, and Scarlet swept in, wrapped in a pristine white fur collar.

"Look what Knox had made for me," she said, twirling so the fur caught the light. "Isn't it beautiful?"

The collar. Snowball's fur. My fingers curled into fists as rage replaced my numbness.

"You're a monster," I whispered.

Scarlet's smile widened. "I'm the Luna. You're just... whatever Knox needs you to be."

Something snapped inside me. Power surged through my veins—my blood responding to my anguish. Blue light pulsed between my fingers as I lunged at Scarlet.

"How dare you!" I screamed, my hands reaching for her throat.

Scarlet's eyes widened in genuine fear as the blue light crackled around us. I felt myself losing control, ancient magic flowing through me unchecked.

Suddenly, Knox was there, his hands clamping down on my shoulders. "Stop!" he commanded, his Alpha voice reverberating through my bones.

The magic dissipated instantly, leaving me trembling and weak. Knox's eyes blazed with fury.

"You would attack my Luna?" he growled. "You would endanger our heir?"

"She killed Snowball!" I sobbed. "She wore his fur like a trophy!"

"Enough!" Knox's voice cracked like a whip. "You will learn your place."

He dragged me to the balcony doors, threw them open, and pushed me outside. The Seattle winter air hit me like a physical blow, icy rain instantly soaking through my thin nightgown.

"Perhaps some time in the cold will cool your temper," he said coldly.

I heard the lock click as he closed the doors behind me.

"Knox!" I pounded on the glass. "Please!"

Inside, he turned away, wrapping his arms around Scarlet's shoulders as she nestled against him. "It's for the best," he murmured. "She needs to learn."

The wind howled around me, rain turning to snow as the temperature plummeted. I pressed my hands against the glass, watching as Knox led Scarlet to the fireplace, where they sat together in warmth while I shivered outside.

My teeth chattered uncontrollably as I hugged myself, trying to preserve what little body heat remained. Each gust of wind cut through my wet nightgown like knives.

"Please," I whispered to no one, as darkness crept into the edges of my vision.

Inside, I could see Knox tending to Scarlet, his hands gentle as he brushed her hair from her face. The contrast between his tenderness toward her and his cruelty toward me was unbearable.

The baby inside me stirred weakly, responding to my distress. I pressed my hand to my stomach, a sudden clarity cutting through my pain.

"I won't let him hurt you," I promised silently. "I won't let him win."

As consciousness began to fade, one thought crystallized in my mind: This was no longer about love or loyalty. This was about survival—and revenge.