When My Alpha Chose Her Over Me

I stumbled back to the pack house, my legs barely supporting me as the image of Ryan with that woman—that impostor—burned in my mind. Their pup, playing at their feet like a physical manifestation of their betrayal, made me physically ill. I leaned against the wall of the east corridor, trying to steady my breathing as pack members passed by, their eyes sliding past me as if I were a ghost.

I needed to understand. I needed someone to tell me I wasn't losing my mind.

My parents' quarters were in the north wing, where they'd lived since before I was born. The familiar path felt foreign now, like walking through a dream where everything is slightly wrong. When I reached their door, I hesitated, my hand trembling as I raised it to knock.

"Come in," my mother's voice called, so achingly familiar that tears sprang to my eyes.

I pushed the door open and found them sitting in their small living area—my father in his favorite chair by the window, my mother working on the intricate pack tapestry she'd been weaving for as long as I could remember. They looked up as I entered, and the same uncomfortable expression I'd seen on Elara's face flickered across theirs.

"Lily," my father said, his voice formal. "You should be resting."

"I needed to see you," I said, moving closer. "I need to understand what's happening."

My mother set down her shuttle, her hands folding primly in her lap. "What do you mean, dear?"

I swallowed hard, searching for something concrete, something they couldn't deny. "Do you remember when I was eight, and we played hide and seek in the old oak grove? I fell and broke my arm, and Dad carried me all the way back to the pack house singing that silly song about the three-legged wolf to keep me from crying?"

My father frowned, exchanging a glance with my mother. "That never happened, Lily."

"What? Of course it did! You called me your 'brave little cub' and said I was stronger than any warrior in the pack."

My mother's expression hardened. "You must be confused from your long sleep. Perhaps you should speak with Elara again."

"I'm not confused!" I cried, desperation clawing at my throat. "You're my parents! How can you not remember?"

My father stood abruptly. "I think you should go now. You're clearly not well."

They turned away from me, a united front against their own daughter. The rejection cut deeper than any physical wound, leaving me hollow and cold as I backed out of their quarters.

* * *

That night, I waited until the pack house grew quiet. The moon hung full and heavy in the sky, casting silver light through my window as I slipped out of my room. My wolf was still too weak to shift, but her senses guided me through the darkened corridors toward the one place that might hold answers: the archive chamber.

Hidden beneath the main hall, the archive contained the pack's most precious knowledge—histories, rituals, and secrets passed down through generations. As Luna, I should have had free access, but I found myself picking the lock like a common thief, my hands shaking with fear and determination.

The room smelled of old parchment and dust. I lit a single candle, careful to keep the flame low as I moved between shelves of ancient texts. My fingers trailed over leather-bound spines until I reached the section on magic and supernatural phenomena—the forbidden knowledge that most pack members never saw.

A slim, black volume caught my eye, its cover unmarked except for a small silver crescent. I pulled it free, the weight of it heavy in my hands as I carried it to the reading table.

By candlelight, I pored over pages of cramped script describing blood rituals performed by dark witches. My blood ran cold as I read about spells to duplicate a wolf's essence—to mimic not just appearance but scent and aura. One passage described a ritual to manipulate mate bonds, to create a false connection strong enough to fool even an Alpha.

"The witch must possess a fragment of the original mate—blood, hair, or bone—and the sacrifice of an innocent to bind the deception," I read, my voice a whisper in the silent chamber. "The false mate will carry the essence of the true, a mirror reflecting what was stolen."

The book slipped from my numb fingers. A doppelganger. A witch's creation. It was the only explanation for what I'd seen—for the woman who wore my face and carried my mate's pup.

* * *

The Great Hall buzzed with activity the next morning as the pack gathered for a council meeting. I slipped in unnoticed, keeping to the shadows as Ryan took his place at the head table. Beside him sat the woman I now knew to be an impostor—Sarah, I'd heard someone call her. My impostor. My replacement.

I focused on their connection, pushing my consciousness toward the weakened mate bond. To my surprise, I caught fragments of their mind-link, like overhearing whispers through a wall.

"—needs to be watched," Ryan's voice came through, tense with concern.

"I've been careful," Sarah replied, her mental voice so similar to mine it made me nauseous. "She suspects nothing."

"Stay cautious around Lily," Ryan warned, his eyes flicking briefly in my direction before returning to the council. "We can't risk her discovering the truth."

The truth. He knew. My Alpha, my mate, the man I'd loved for five years, knew exactly what Sarah was. He wasn't deceived—he was complicit.

Something cold and hard settled in my chest where my heart had been. As the council droned on about territory and alliances, I made a silent vow: I would expose their lies. I would reclaim what was mine. And I would make them pay for every moment of this betrayal.

Luna stirred within me, her presence stronger than it had been since I awoke. *We will destroy them,* she growled, her fury matching my own. *We will tear their perfect lie apart.*