After My Husband Cheated, I Claimed My Territory

The grand pack hall thrummed with anticipation, hundreds of wolves gathered beneath the vaulted timber ceiling. I stood beside Victor on the raised platform, my Luna dress—a deep emerald that once made his eyes soften with pride—now feeling like chains against my skin. The Lycan Council Summit was only three days away, and this was meant to be our moment of triumph.

"Brothers and sisters of Silver Creek," Victor's voice boomed across the hall, his Alpha tone making the younger wolves straighten instinctively. "The Summit approaches, where we will finally claim our rightful place among the dominant territories."

Applause erupted. I smiled, the expression as practiced as breathing after fifteen years. My hands remained clasped before me, the perfect picture of a supportive Luna. But my wolf stirred uneasily within, sensing something amiss in the way Victor's gaze swept past me to linger on the crowd below.

"To commemorate this historic moment," he continued, turning to me with what others might mistake for warmth, "I have a gift for my Luna."

My heart, foolish thing that it was, still fluttered with hope. Perhaps the distance between us these past months had been the stress of preparation. Perhaps—

Victor produced a small wooden box from his jacket. The crowd hushed as he opened it, revealing a palm-sized carving of our pack symbol—a crescent moon cradled by pine branches. The craftsmanship was decent, nothing more.

"This symbol," he announced, not to me but to the audience, "represents the unity that has built our pack from nothing to greatness."

I accepted the carving, its weight insignificant in my palm. "Thank you, Alpha," I murmured, the formal title tasting bitter where 'my love' once lived.

As the crowd dispersed for the evening feast, I caught Michael Thompson's gaze. My husband's Beta—no, former Beta, since Olivia had claimed that position—watched me with something like pity. I straightened my spine and moved toward the banquet tables, the wooden wolf clutched in my hand.

"Luna Hayes." Elder Roan's voice stopped me near the wine station. The visiting Elder from the Mountain Ridge pack studied me with knowing eyes. "A symbolic gift indeed."

"All gifts have meaning," I replied carefully.

"Some more than others." He lowered his voice. "I knew your mother, child. She would be... interested in how her daughter's sacrifices are honored."

Before I could respond, a tinkling laugh drew my attention. Olivia Reed glided through the crowd, her sleek brown hair catching the firelight. She wore a dress of midnight blue that hugged her curves—a dress I recognized as one from the Luna's wardrobe I'd never quite filled to Victor's satisfaction.

"Elder Roan," she purred, "how wonderful that you could attend our little gathering. Has Victor shown you the new den we've prepared for visiting dignitaries?"

We. The word sliced through me.

"I'm quite comfortable in the guest quarters," Roan replied coolly.

"Oh, but you must see it," Olivia insisted. "Victor spent so much time ensuring every detail was perfect. The silver moonstone hearth, the