The Future Alpha's Wicked Plan and His Mate's Payback

Two years had passed since I moved into my own mansion, and it had been a year since my father allowed Edward to live with me.

Unfortunately, his health had taken a turn for the worse, leaving him unable to do anything without assistance. Because of this, although my father was still the reigning Alpha, Edward was forced to step into doing his tasks. Thankfully, the pack's Beta was there to help and guide him.

The first year of our relationship had been nothing short of perfection. We built our life together, just like any other couple. Every morning, I'd prepare his meals and make sure he had everything he needed for the day. In the evenings, I'd greet him with a smile, and he'd pull me into a warm embrace, always sealing the moment with a gentle kiss. Most days, he'd bring me flowers—my favorite red roses. We also did our best to find time for dates, sometimes exploring the farthest reaches of our pack's territory or simply revisiting our favorite coffee shop. Other times, we'd just stay home, where I'd cook his favorite meals, and we'd laze in the comfort of each other's presence. It was everything I'd ever dreamed of, and if I had the choice, I wouldn't change a single thing.

But maybe change is really inevitable, no matter how much we wish it weren't.

Because soon enough, I found that we just stopped doing those things. Edward would leave the mansion before I could even wake up, and he would return later than he usually should. He didn't buy me flowers anymore, let alone give me a kiss or a hug. I get it—he had been busier than before—but even when he had nothing to do, he wouldn't spend his time with me. We didn't go out on dates anymore. I still go to our favorite coffee shop, but now, I go alone.

I don't know what happened to us, or when it all began to unravel. I tried to talk to him, to ask what went wrong, hoping we could work through it together. But every time I did, he shut me down. He'd either leave the mansion without a word or start an argument, accusing me of being overly dramatic or demanding. And then, there was the time he let his anger get the best of him and raised his hand against me.

I often found myself crying in the bathroom or lying in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering if we could ever go back to the way we used to be. Sometimes, my father would notice the weariness in my eyes, and everytime he did, I would force a smile just to hide the pain. I couldn't let him see the truth, not just to avoid burdening him, but to protect Edward's image—the version of him my father had come to admire when we first started our relationship.

My friends advised me to let him go, to allow my heart to heal and eventually find someone better. With Edward becoming increasingly distant, I knew they were right. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. After everything we had been through, after all the moments we shared, how could I ever live without him? He was woven into every part of my future—I was supposed to be his Luna, and he my Alpha. I couldn't imagine another wolf in his place. Besides, our mating ceremony was already planned, and just a few months away from now

I loved Edward so deeply that I found myself willing to endure this treatment just to keep him in my life.

Today is my twenty-fifth birthday and my father planned a grand celebration at the Windsor Mansion. I had already spent the previous night there, but early this morning, I remembered I had left something important back at my house. I decided to return to pick it up before getting ready for the party.

Upon reaching my mansion, I immediately noticed the front door was ajar. I assumed Edward was home. Without a second thought, I stepped inside, but something felt off. As I moved further in, I heard a faint growl followed by a soft moan. It was coming from our bedroom. From a woman.

My heart stopped. Fear gripped me, not just for what I might find, but for what it could mean. My entire body went cold, trembling with unexplainable unease. But I knew I had to confirm what was happening. Gathering all my courage, I walked toward the open door of our bedroom and peeked inside.

What I saw shattered me.

There, in our bed, was Edward—the man I loved with everything I had. Beside him was a woman. Diana Louis. I knew her all too well. She was Edward's rejected mate.

But what was she doing in my house, in my bedroom, being undressed by my boyfriend, with the clothes I knew were mine?

They were so wrapped up in their infidelity that they didn't even notice me standing there, watching.

Why did Edward have to do this?

And on my birthday, of all days?

My mind raced with questions.

Did he lie to me?

Did he never really reject Diana in the first place?