Rejecting My Cheating Alpha The Luna's Revenge

While washing my husband's suit, I caught the unfamiliar scent of another she-wolf. It carried a faint trace of milk and the distinct pheromones of early pregnancy. Stuck to the inner lining was a long strand of chestnut hair—a color and length completely different from mine. A wolf's nose never lies. My heart sank like a stone. Suddenly, everything over the past six months clicked. Ethan had been disappearing constantly under the excuse of "pack business," always returning with his scent heavily masked. One night, the collar of his shirt had lingered with the sweet smell of orange blossom—a popular perfume among she-wolves. When I questioned him, he just smiled, tousled my hair, and said, "You're overthinking it, babe. I was negotiating with neighboring Alphas. Scent transfers happen." I had actually felt guilty for doubting him back then. Now I knew the sickening truth: that scent belonged to his mistress. I immediately reached out through the mind link to Beta Marcus: *Look into Ethan's recent whereabouts. Find out which packs he visited and who he met.* I walked over to the window. Down below lay our manicured garden, where the roses were in full bloom. Ethan had planted them with his own hands for our mating ceremony anniversary last year, promising we would watch them blossom together year after year. I didn't confront him right away. After years of serving as the Luna of the Silver Creek Pack, I knew better than to act on impulse. An emotional breakdown solves nothing; only cold, hard proof gives you leverage. I closed my eyes and summoned my inner wolf, letting her trace the lingering scent's direction and intensity. It was pungent, thick enough to tell me their intimacy was neither brief nor a one-time mistake. I dispatched my most trusted pack scouts to track the trail. Three days later, the report came in: Ethan had been making frequent trips to the neighboring Red Stone Pack, always heading to the exact same secluded lakeside cabin. Witnesses spotted him with a young she-wolf named Lily Brooks, a low-ranking member of Red Stone. My chest tightened as if struck by a sledgehammer. The pain was suffocating. That same night, I quietly traveled to the border of the Red Stone Pack. By dusk, I perched in the dense woods, using my heightened wolf vision to watch the cabin from afar. Men's shirts hung on the drying line out front—brands I personally bought for Ethan. My phone buzzed in my pocket, followed by a soft ping through the mind link from Ethan: *Sweetheart, I'm meeting with pack envoys tonight to discuss the alliance. It might run late. Go to sleep without me, don't wait up.* I sent back a simple *Okay,* and severed the link. At dawn, I spotted Lily emerging from the cabin. She wore a breezy white dress that barely concealed her rounded belly, one hand resting protectively against her lower back. Ethan walked right beside her, carrying breakfast. He leaned down to speak with her, wearing the exact tender expression he used to reserve only for me. They walked inside side by side. Ethan held the door open, his fingers gently brushing through her hair. In that single moment, every excuse and thread of hope I clung to shattered into dust. I didn't storm the door. Instead, I turned around and headed back to Silver Creek. When I arrived home, Ethan was already in the Alpha manor. Dressed in comfortable loungewear, he was bustling around the kitchen. "Honey, you're back?" He smiled warmly and moved in to hug me. I subtly took a step back to dodge his arms. "I'm exhausted. Heading straight to the shower." In the bathroom, under the steaming shower, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My face was pale, but my eyes were razor-sharp. Our seven-year mate bond was nothing more than an elaborate act. He played his part to perfection, and I fell for it—until the mask finally cracked, revealing the filth underneath. When I stepped out, Ethan had already set the dining table with all of my favorites. "Everything alright? You look pale," he asked, slicing a piece of steak and placing it in front of me. "Have you been pushing yourself too hard at training? I've told you so many times, you're the Luna. You don't have to lead border patrols yourself." I stared at the Alpha I had loved and trusted for seven long years. His face was a picture of genuine concern. What a brilliant actor. "I'm fine," I picked up my fork. "Just caught a chill." "Eat up, then get some rest," he said, turning back toward the kitchen. "Ethan," I called out, stopping him. "How did the alliance meeting go last week? Meet anyone interesting?" His back stiffened for a split second before his posture relaxed. "Same old faces. Hammered out a few cooperation terms. Boring stuff. There's really no place like home." "Is that so?" I took a sip of soup, my voice casual. "I heard the lakeside scenery over by the Red Stone Pack is stunning this time of year." Ethan's fork froze in midair. His eyes darted away. "Oh? Really? I wouldn't know. Never paid attention." "Right." I didn't push further. A heavy silence settled over the table. He tried making small talk a couple of times, but my flat, one-word replies quickly killed every attempt. Before bed, he reached out to wrap his arms around me as usual. I rolled over, turning my back to him. "I'm exhausted. Just want to sleep." He went quiet for a moment, murmured an "Okay," and switched off the lamp. In the dark, I listened to his steady heartbeat. He had no clue I knew everything. And he had no idea my counterstrike had already begun.On the third day of gathering evidence, Ethan brought his mistress straight into pack territory. When the front door opened, I was in the Alpha manor's study reviewing files sent by my scouts. I looked up and saw Lily standing timidly behind him. She wore a floral dress, her baby bump even more noticeable than before. Her hair hung in a loose, low ponytail, making her look like a frightened fawn that had wandered into predator territory. "Clara, this is Lily," Ethan introduced her casually, as though she were merely an everyday guest. "She's from Red Stone Pack. They're going through some internal disputes right now, so she's staying with us for a couple of days until things blow over." I locked eyes with Lily. She quickly dropped her gaze, nervously fidgeting with her hemline. Her scent was unmistakable—pregnant she-wolf hormones mingled with Ethan's musk, deeply stamped into her skin. "Blow over?" I set the documents down and walked over to them. "Ethan, the Alpha manor isn't a homeless shelter." "It's just for a few days until the dust settles." Ethan stepped forward, reaching out to pat my shoulder, but I backed away. "Look at her, Clara. She's pregnant and vulnerable. We're all wolves here. We should help our own kind." "Our kind?" I let out a dry laugh, turning my gaze back to Lily. "Miss Brooks, wasn't it? You claim there are internal disputes in Red Stone. What disputes? Who is your Alpha? Which lineage do you belong to?" Lily looked up, panic flaring in her eyes as she stammered, "I... I'm not entirely sure... Alpha Ethan said he would shelter me." "You don't know?" I took a step forward, closing the distance. "You don't even know, yet you have the nerve to move into another pack's Alpha manor? Or do you know full well, and just don't have the guts to say it out loud?" "Clara!" Ethan snapped, his tone darkening. "What is wrong with you? Lily is our guest. How can you speak to her like that?" "A guest?" I whipped around to face him. "Ethan, you brought a pregnant she-wolf from an outside pack right into our home without knowing her background. Do you really expect me to buy this bullshit?" "I already told you Red Stone is having problems! Why would I lie?" He scoffed, his voice laced with impatience and a subtle threat. "Clara, stop throwing a tantrum. I have enough pack duties on my plate. Can't you just give me a break?" Looking at his entitled sneer, I realized there was no point in playing along anymore. He acted so brazenly because he assumed I would swallow my pride to keep pack peace. But he forgot that I am a warrior with Alpha blood flowing through my veins. Tearing down hypocrites is what I do best. Or perhaps, after seven years, he still viewed me as that naive girl who first stepped into his pack. "Give you a break?" I snatched the dossier off my desk—the hard evidence gathered by my scouts. "While you were asking for a break, were you busy vacationing with Miss Brooks in a lakeside cabin in Red Stone? Ethan, do you take me for blind, or just stupid?" Ethan's face drained of color. Lily gasped and scrambled a step backward, tears instantly welling in her eyes. "Clara, let me explain..." "Explain what?" I cut him off sharply. "Explain why you lied about alliance meetings just to sleep with another woman? Explain whose child is growing in her belly? Or explain why you dragged her into my home—was it to publicly humiliate me?" My questions hit like rapid-fire bullets. Ethan opened his mouth, but no words came out. Finally, his expression twisted into a vicious glare. "Fine! Since you already know, there's no point in hiding it. Lily is carrying my pup. I won't abandon her. She is my fated mate."*Fated mate.* Those words drove into my chest like a silver blade, twisting cold and mercilessly. "Fated mate?" My voice was pure ice. "Ethan, you and I are already mated. Have you forgotten the vows we swore before the Moon Goddess seven years ago?" "I haven't forgotten," he gritted his teeth. "But Lily is my true mate. What we had... it was just a political alliance. Clara, you should understand this better than anyone. An Alpha's bloodline needs to thrive, and Lily can give me stronger heirs." *A political alliance?* Seven years of love and devotion, reduced to nothing more than political convenience. "So you brought her into my territory? Into my home?" My voice shook, not with sorrow, but with searing rage. "Ethan, this is Silver Creek Pack, and I am its Luna! You have no right to smuggle an outsider into our borders, let alone install her inside the Alpha manor!" "Your territory?" He let out a harsh bark of laughter. "Clara, don't forget that I am the Alpha! Silver Creek belongs to me. I don't need your permission to invite anyone here. What's the big deal about letting Lily stay for a few days? Swallow your pride and tolerate it for my sake!" "Tolerate it?" Disgust bubbled up inside me. "Why the hell should I? Ethan, either she walks out that door right now, or I go straight to the Alpha King to demand the severing of our mate bond!" "Sever our bond?" Ethan looked at me as if I had told a joke. "Clara, who do you think you're going to find that's better than me? Don't let your Alpha blood get to your head. Without the Silver Creek Pack, you are nothing!" His words were dull blades, hacking away at the past. After seven years, he genuinely saw me as nothing more than a dependent parasite living in his shadow. Lily burst into theatrical sobs, clutching Ethan's sleeve. "It's all my fault... Ethan, please don't fight with Luna Clara because of me. I'll leave. I'll just go back to Red Stone..." "You're not going anywhere!" Ethan pulled her behind him and glared at me. "Clara, hear me loud and clear: Lily stays. If you dare kick her out, I'll strip your standing in this pack. I'll make sure you remember who the real Alpha is!" An outright threat. I stared at Ethan. My inner wolf roared in fury, the Alpha blood in my veins blazing hot. Without hesitation, I swung my arm and slapped him across the face with enough force to send him stumbling two steps back. "That slap was for me," I said, my voice dead and chilling. "Ethan, the mate bond was forged under the moon. You don't get the final say, and neither do I. But I will bring this before the Alpha King and let him judge you. Just you wait."Ethan didn't take my warning seriously. He acted as if nothing had happened, continuing his daily Alpha duties while keeping his mouth shut about the Alpha King. Lily remained nestled in the Alpha manor, though she moved around cautiously, doing her best to avoid crossing paths with me. I didn't press him. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was playing a waiting game, hoping the tension would wear me down until I surrendered and dropped the idea of an appeal. He couldn't have been more wrong. I am Clara Vance, a warrior born of an Alpha lineage. Once I set my mind on a course of action, I never turn back. Late Friday night, Ethan stumbled into the study, reeking of alcohol. Seeing me organizing intelligence files, his face instantly soured. "Clara, what the hell is your problem?" He lunged forward and tore the documents from my hands. "What are you compiling all this garbage for? Are you trying to ruin me?" Papers scattered across the floor. Every page contained hard evidence uncovered by my scouts—records proving Ethan had embezzled pack funds to purchase properties and supplies for Lily, and had secretly traded away logging rights on Silver Creek land to Red Stone Pack in exchange for their silence. "Ruin you?" I calmly bent down to gather the scattered pages. "You were the one who ruined our bond. You destroyed my trust. Ethan, don't you think it's a little too late to act righteous?" "Our bond?" He scoffed bitterly. "Clara, do you even deserve to talk about our bond? You spend all your time training warriors, running pack operations, and leading border patrols! When was the last time you actually cared about me? This manor feels like an icebox. I don't feel a shred of warmth here. You pushed me into Lily's arms!" "I pushed you?" I stared at him in utter disbelief. "You betrayed your mate and sold out your pack, and now you have the audacity to blame me? Do you realize how pathetic you sound?" "I'm not deflecting, it's the truth!" he bellowed. "If you had spent more time by my side, if you were softer, if you catered to your Alpha like a real Luna should, would I have ever turned to Lily? Clara, you're suffocatingly domineering!" *Domineering.* That was the first time in seven years he had ever used that word to describe me. Our argument ended in another cold stalemate. The next morning, Beta Marcus contacted me through the mind link: *Luna Clara, preparations for the annual Moonlight Ball have begun. By tradition, you and the Alpha must lead the opening ceremony together.* The Moonlight Ball. The grandest annual gathering on the calendar, attended by every member of Silver Creek, as well as dignitaries from neighboring packs. It was the most important social event in the werewolf world. Ethan would definitely attend; he desperately needed the spectacle to preserve his Alpha image. A faint smile touched my lips. I replied to Marcus: *Understood. Prepare a special speech for me.* Three days before the ball, Ethan reached out through the mind link. *Clara, you're coming to the ball, right?* His tone held a faint, desperate plea he couldn't completely disguise. *The pack is in a delicate transition right now. Envoys from other packs will be watching closely. Presenting a united front as Alpha and Luna will stabilize everything.* "Stabilize everything?" I scoffed. "Ethan, do you really think playing house still means anything?" *Clara, for the sake of our seven years together, play along with me one last time,* his voice softened, dripping with fake vulnerability. *After the ball, we can sit down and talk about seeing the Alpha King. Whatever you want, as long as it's within my power, I'll give it to you.* "Put on a show?" I stared out the window. "Ethan, what do you think our bond is? A cheap stage play you can end whenever the curtain falls?" *I know I wronged you,* he sighed. *But my hands were tied. If word gets out that the Alpha and Luna are splitting, Silver Creek's reputation will plummet. Other packs will seize the chance to encroach on our borders. Clara, you're smart. You know a win-win is better than mutually assured destruction.* *Win-win?* He didn't have the right to breathe the word. "And if I refuse?" I asked. His demeanor flipped instantly, turning arctic. *Clara, don't test me. Your entire standing in this pack relies on my status as Alpha. If I fall, your life won't be easy either. I suggest you stop acting so reckless.* Predictable to the very end. "Fine. I'll be there," I said calmly. Ethan paused, caught off guard by my sudden compliance. *Really?* "Of course."