My Alpha Sacrificed Our Pup to Protect His Mistress

Three days passed in a blur of pain and planning. My body still ached from the miscarriage, but my mind was sharper than it had been in months. The extraction plan with Jasper was in motion. Just a few more days of pretending, of playing the broken Luna.

I was scrolling through my hidden phone when a notification popped up from the pack's social media page. Probably another announcement about pack runs or territory patrols.

But the image that loaded made my blood freeze.

Jade's perfectly made-up face filled the screen, her glossy lips curved in a triumphant smile. But it wasn't her face that made my hands tremble.

It was what hung around her neck.

"My mother's moonstone," I whispered, zooming in on the image.

The necklace gleamed against Jade's throat—a crescent moon pendant crafted from ancient silver, inlaid with a stone that seemed to capture actual moonlight. It had been passed down through generations of Lunas in my family. My mother had worn it until her death, when it became mine—the symbol of my authority as Luna.

The caption beneath the photo twisted the knife deeper: "Finally feeling like I belong. #AlphaProtection"

Comments from pack members flooded beneath the post:

"So beautiful on you!"

"Alpha Graham has excellent taste!"

"The moonstone looks like it was made for you!"

Not one person mentioned that it wasn't hers to wear. Not one person remembered it belonged to their Luna—to me.

I threw the phone down as if it had burned me. The moonstone wasn't just jewelry. It contained actual power—protection magic that had been infused by generations of Lunas. My mother had told me once that it would keep me safe when she was gone.

Now Graham had given it to Jade.

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I didn't remember walking to Graham's office. One moment I was in my room, the next I was pushing open his door without knocking.

Graham looked up from his desk, irritation flashing across his face before settling into cool indifference. "Serena. I'm busy."

Jade lounged on the leather sofa across from his desk, my mother's moonstone glinting at her throat. She had the audacity to smile at me.

"That's my necklace," I said, my voice steadier than I expected.

Graham's eyes narrowed. "It's a pack resource. I decided Jade needed its protection."

"Needed its protection?" I stepped closer, ignoring the way my body protested. "That moonstone has been in my family for generations. It's not just jewelry—it's my birthright as Luna."

Jade's fingers caressed the pendant. "Graham says I'm sensitive to negative energies. The stone helps me feel safe."

"Safe from what?" I demanded. "Your own lies?"

Graham stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "Enough, Serena. Jade needs—"

"What Jade needs," I cut in, "is to stop stealing what belongs to others."

I reached for the necklace, my fingers inches from the moonstone. I could feel its power calling to me.

"SUBMIT, SERENA."

The Alpha command hit me like a physical blow. My knees slammed into the hardwood floor, tearing the stitches Dr. Cross had carefully placed after the miscarriage. Pain exploded through my abdomen.

"Alpha commands are not requests," Graham said coldly, watching me struggle to breathe through the pain.

I looked up at him through tears of agony, seeing nothing of the man I had once loved. "You're using your power to protect her from me?"

"Protect her from your jealousy," he corrected, stepping around the desk.

Blood soaked through my clothes where fresh wounds had opened. I could feel it pooling beneath me on the polished floor.

"Graham," Jade's voice suddenly went breathy and panicked. She clutched at her chest. "I—I can't breathe. Her aura—it's suffocating me!"

She gasped dramatically, her eyes wide with feigned terror.

Graham was at her side instantly, his hands gentle as he cradled her face. "Breathe with me, Jade. In through your nose, out through your mouth."

He guided her through breathing exercises, completely ignoring his bleeding mate still kneeling on the floor.

"Serena," Jade whimpered between breaths, "your jealousy is attacking me. Can't you feel it? The negative energy?"

I stared at them both—Graham's concerned expression, Jade's perfectly crafted panic—and something inside me hardened into resolve.

No one was coming to help me. No one was going to stand up for their Luna.

I had to save myself.

Slowly, painfully, I pushed myself up from the floor, leaving a bloody imprint where I had knelt. Neither of them even looked at me as I crawled toward the door.

"I'll leave you two alone," I managed, my voice hollow.

As I pulled myself into the hallway, I heard Graham murmuring soothing words to Jade, promising her protection from my "toxic energy."

The door closed behind me with a soft click.

In that moment, something broke inside me—but something else took its place. Something stronger.

I pulled out my hidden phone with bloodied fingers and sent a single message to Jasper:

"Extraction needed. Tonight."