Wrongly Accused As Alpha's Mistress

After coming back from abroad, I continued my study inside my pack's University. In this way, I get to spend time with my dad and his new supposed to be Luna.

“You,” Celine hissed, her eyes burning with fury as she stormed toward me.

I barely had a second to register the rage before her hand collided with my cheek, the slap ringing in my ears. The sting was sharp, and I stumbled, grabbing the wall to steady myself.

Before I could speak, her hand struck again, this time on the other side of my face.

“Celine, wait—” I started, but she wasn’t listening.

“You think you can just show up here, after seducing my husband, and act innocent?” She sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. “You’ve got some nerve, showing your face.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, touching the side of my cheek throbbing with pain. “I’m not—”

“Oh, you’re not?” Celine interrupted, waving her phone in my face. “Then what is this?”

I blinked through the haze and saw a photo. It was the one I had posted this morning of me and my father, arm in arm. I’d been wearing the latest Chanel bag, smiling, proud to be with him. It was the day of finally seeing him after so many years. I returned from Italy and had come back to my pack territory.

The photo had the caption I’d written: ‘No matter what happens in the future, we will always be the most important people to each other.’

The same words my mom would say if she was still alive.

“You think I’m blind? Posting this for the world to see—like some sort of declaration that you’re the only one who matters to him!”

I opened my mouth to explain, but her “No, you’ve got it wrong,” I said quickly, but Celine’s eyes glinted with triumph as if she’d already won.

“Wrong? Oh, I don’t think so. You’re no daughter of his. He told me his real daughter was off studying abroad, not—” she gestured at me, eyes rolling in disgust—“this.”

My blood froze. My father was supposed to introduce me to her at the right time. If I was my father, I would have waited some time too. It was such an embarrassment for an Alpha to have a daughter who can't even shift.

“But I am his daughter!” I sounded like I'm convincing myself more than her. “I’ve been away, yes, but that’s because I’ve been studying. If you don’t believe me, ask him! There are pictures of me at home.”

“Don’t lie. There are no photos of you anywhere. You don’t exist in his life—just some girl clinging to a fantasy.”

“I’m not lying!”

“Face it, you’ve got nothing to stand on here. You’re just some pathetic werewolf trying to worm your way into the pack’s power.” She turned to her omegas, flicking her wrist. “Tear it all down.”

The omegas rushed past me, their eyes cold, and my heart dropped. “Wait, what are you doing?!” I shouted, panic rising as they began ripping through my belongings.

“You’ve been living like a queen, haven’t you?” Celine’s voice was sickeningly sweet now, mocking me. “Time to see how much you lose when you’re cut off.”

I could only watch in horror as they tore through my suitcase, ripping my clothes apart with claws. They smashed my perfume bottles, spilling the expensive liquid across the floor. My bags, my shoes, even the rare items I’d brought back from abroad—they shredded it all with vicious glee.

“Stop!” I shouted, trying to push past them, but one of the omegas shoved me back.

Celine turned the phone camera toward the destruction, broadcasting it live. “Look at this, everyone,” she said into the phone, her voice smooth as silk. “This is what happens when a girl like her tries to steal what isn’t hers.”

I could hear the comments rolling in through the phone’s speaker, people feeding into her lies, agreeing with every word. My breath hitched, the weight of it all crashing down on me.

“This is all a mistake,” I whispered, but my words were drowned out by the sound of my life being destroyed around me.

Celine crouched down beside one of my torn bags, picking up a pair of scissors. She looked at me, smirking. “Let’s see what else you treasure, shall we?”

“No,” I whispered, but she was already slashing through my clothes, laughing as the guards continued their rampage. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I do,” she said simply, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Because you need to learn your place.”

Tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me break. My father wasn’t here to stop her. He hadn’t even told her about me. I was on my own.

By the time the omegas finished destroying my room, it was a wasteland of torn fabrics, shattered glass, and scattered memories. Celine stood amidst the chaos, her phone still broadcasting.

She looked down at me, one final insult on her lips. “Remember this, Aria. You don’t belong here. You never did.”