Wrongly Accused As Alpha's Mistress

The days after my mom’s death felt like a never-ending storm, one that refused to let up. The sky was always gray, rain falling in sheets as if the world itself was mourning with me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen the sun. I barely even saw my dad. He was either locked away in his office or outside, barking orders to the pack. Once full of warmth, his eyes now carried only fury and grief.

"Have you eaten anything today, Aria?" My father would ask occasionally, but it was more out of obligation than care.

“Yeah,” I’d lie.

I couldn’t bring myself to eat. Not when the house felt so empty. Not when I knew she would never walk through the door again, smile at me from across the table, or scold me gently for not finishing my food. I’d just sit at the table in silence, staring at the rain-soaked window, waiting for something or anything to make the pain stop.

Dad had changed too. He was no longer the strong but kind Alpha I’d always admired. Now, he was always on edge, his temper sharp as a blade, ready to cut at any moment. Even the pack members noticed it.

One evening, after what felt like weeks of rain, Dad finally summoned me to his office. I didn’t know what to expect. He hadn’t called for me in what felt like months. As I walked in, I noticed how tired he looked. Dark circles framed his eyes, and his posture was rigid like he was holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Sit,” he ordered, motioning to the chair in front of his desk.

I obeyed without a word, sitting down slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. Something about the way he was looking at me made me uneasy, like he had already made a decision I wouldn’t like.

“We need to talk about your future,” he began, his voice cold and detached.

I frowned. “My future?”

“Yes.” He paused, his fingers tapping the edge of his desk, a nervous habit he hadn’t shown before. “The attack… it wasn’t just random.”

I felt my heart stop for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“The rogues…” He exhaled sharply, as if the words were painful to say. “It was politically motivated. There’s been unrest between the neighboring packs. Some are pushing for an alliance, but others see me as a threat. Your mother’s death…” His voice wavered, just slightly. “It wasn’t an accident.”

I stared at him in shock, my breath catching in my throat. “You’re saying… my mother was killed because of politics?”

“Yes,” he said flatly. “Because I’m the Alpha of Alphas, and they see me as too powerful. Taking out someone close to me was a message.”

Anger and sadness bubbled up inside me, mixing into a volatile storm of emotion. “So what? They just killed her to get to you?”

He didn't say a word but the answer was clear enough.

“Which is why you need to leave.” he continued.

I was confused with what he meant. “What? Leave? Where would I go?”

He leaned forward with a hard gaze. “You’re going abroad. I’ve made arrangements.”

“Abroad? Why?” I asked, panicking. “I don’t want to leave. I belong here, with the pack… with you!”

His eyes darkened. “It’s not safe for you here anymore, Aria. If they killed your mother to get to me, they’ll come after you next.”

“But—”

“No buts.” His voice was sharp, cutting through my protests. “I need you to understand that this is for your safety. If you stay, you’ll be a target. I can’t focus on leading the pack if I’m constantly worrying about you.”

“So, you're just sending me away?” I felt the sting of betrayal. “Like I don’t matter?”

He sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. “You matter more than anything, Aria. That’s why I’m doing this. If something happened to you…” He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Silence fell between us. Finally, I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. “When do I leave?”

“Tomorrow,” he said, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

Tomorrow. So soon. I felt my chest tighten, the walls closing in around me. But I had no choice. My father had made his decision, and no amount of pleading would change his mind.

I nodded and just said, “Okay.”