My Alpha Stripped Me for His First Love

I stood frozen in the grand hall, my heart pounding as my mate—Alpha Killian—ripped the crimson gown from my body, the one intended for his Luna, right in front of the entire pack. His silver eyes burned with rage over the torn dress, which I hadn’t even realized had been prepared for Serena—his first love.

The silk crumpled to the floor, leaving me bare amid gasps and stifled laughter. A chill raced over my skin, echoing the icy dread seizing my heart. Every pack member gawked at me—their Luna—stripped and shamed by their Alpha.

If I hadn’t caught the smug flicker in Serena’s eyes—his mistress—I might’ve tricked myself, just for a second, into thinking this was some twisted dream.

But it wasn’t. The pack’s whispers and stares—some dripping with scorn, others tinged with pity—made that clear.

My heart slammed against my ribs as my Alpha husband snarled, “You’re not my Luna anymore.”

The words ripped through me, a jagged wound in my chest.

But what cut deeper than the humiliation was the truth I’d just unearthed: he’d never stopped loving her.

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My Alpha and mate humiliated me for wearing a dress that looked like one he bought for his first love.

I hadn’t known.

I hadn’t known when I pulled the gown over my body, when I stood in front of the mirror, running my hands over the delicate fabric. The deep crimson color shimmered under the candlelight, the soft silk hugging my frame perfectly. It had been left for me by a servant, folded neatly on my bed with a simple note: For the Luna.

I had thought it was a gift. A token of love from my mate.

I should have questioned it.

I should have noticed the uneasy looks the maids gave me when I stepped out of my chambers.

The moment I stepped into the hallway, conversation died. The few maids lingering near the staircase stared at me, their eyes darting between my face and the dress. One of them, a young girl named Mara, bit her lip, her fingers twisting the edge of her apron.

“You—” she hesitated, glancing at the others.

“Do I look bad?” I asked, smoothing my hands over my stomach.

Mara flinched, shaking her head quickly. “No, my lady. You look… beautiful.”

The other maids weren’t so quick to respond. Their silence felt like a heavy weight pressing against my chest.

Something was wrong.

I ignored the feeling. I had to. Tonight was important. The entire pack would be present, and as Luna, I had to stand beside my mate. No matter how distant he had been lately.

With my head high, I walked down the grand staircase, my gown trailing behind me.

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The moment I stepped into the ceremony, I knew I had made a mistake.

The air changed. The light chatter faded into an unnatural silence. Dozens of eyes turned toward me, some wide with shock, others filled with something else—something cruel.

I felt the weight of their stares like a physical force, pressing into my skin, making my steps falter.

I swallowed hard, pushing forward. I had to find my mate.

My eyes scanned the grand hall, searching for him among the sea of faces. The chandeliers above cast a golden glow over the polished floors, the scent of wine and roasted meat filling the air. Warriors stood in clusters, their conversations hushed.

Then I saw him.

Alpha Killian.

My mate. My husband. My everything.

He stood near the center of the room, speaking with his Beta. His posture was rigid, his back straight, his shoulders squared. The moment his eyes landed on me, the expression on his face changed.

His body tensed, his lips parting slightly as his gaze swept over me. His brows pulled together, a flash of something unrecognizable flickering across his face—shock? No.

Anger.

A muscle in his jaw ticked. His hands curled into fists at his sides.

For a brief moment, I thought I had done something else wrong.

Then he stepped forward, pushing past his Beta.

The room seemed to hold its breath.

He stopped a few feet away, his towering frame casting a shadow over me. His silver eyes burned with fury.

“What the hell are you wearing?” His voice was low, controlled, but there was a dangerous edge to it.

Confusion twisted in my stomach. I looked down at myself, my fingers grazing the silky fabric. “It was left for me,” I murmured. “I thought you—”

Killian took another step forward. “Take it off.”

A gasp rippled through the crowd.

My breath caught. “What?”

His expression darkened. “Take. It. Off.”

Shame hit me like a slap to the face. I looked around, seeing the pack members watching with sick fascination. Some were whispering to each other, their eyes glinting with amusement.

Heat crawled up my neck. My hands trembled at my sides. “Killian,” I whispered, pleading.

“Do you even know what you’re wearing?” His voice was louder now, sharp enough to cut through the thick silence.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

His lips curled. “You’re wearing her dress.”

My blood ran cold.

Her.

I didn’t have to ask who he meant.

The first love.

The woman who had come before me. The woman he had once promised his future to.

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.

“I—” My voice failed me. I shook my head. “I didn’t know.”

Killian didn’t care. His fury burned hotter. “Did you think this was funny?” he hissed, stepping closer. “Did you want to humiliate me in front of my pack?”

Humiliate him?

I blinked up at him, my breath shallow. Did he not see? Did he not realize that it was I who was being humiliated?

The pack was watching, judging, waiting for the Luna to crumble beneath the Alpha’s wrath.

I wrapped my arms around myself, my fingers clutching the fabric. “Please, Killian,” I whispered. “Not here. Not like this.”

His jaw clenched. His nostrils flared. But his rage was a living, breathing thing. He couldn’t contain it. He wouldn’t.

“You want to keep it?” His voice was mocking now, filled with venom. “Do you feel special wearing something that belonged to her?”

I flinched. “I didn’t know—”

“Then let me fix that.”

Before I could react, before I could even think, he reached out.

I gasped as his hands gripped the fabric at my shoulders—and ripped it down.

A choked sound escaped my lips as the gown slid from my body, pooling around my feet.

The world spun. The hall tilted.

I was standing there in nothing but my thin slip, my bare shoulders exposed to dozens of eyes.

The room erupted into chaos.

Laughter. Shock. Gasps.