Alpha's Mistake, Luna's Freedom

Chapter 1

I stood frozen among the pack members, the monthly meeting's usual chatter falling into stunned silence. My heart hammered against my ribs as I watched my mate—my Alpha, my husband of eight years—betray our son with nothing more than a casual announcement.

"As Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack," Ryan declared, his voice carrying that authoritative timbre that once made me weak at the knees, "I've decided that Connor Collins will take the open position in the elite Alpha training program."

The pack hall erupted in hushed whispers. Everyone knew that position belonged to Jake—our son, the pack heir, who had trained tirelessly for months to earn his place. I felt the stares, some pitying, some curious, all wondering what the Luna would do now that her mate had publicly chosen another wolf's child over his own.

Inside me, Selene howled in outrage. *He's doing it again. He's choosing her over us. Over our pup.*

My wolf had seen this coming long before I allowed myself to acknowledge it. The way Ryan leaned toward Vanessa during pack meetings. The canceled family dinners. The training sessions with Jake that Ryan always seemed to miss.

I watched Vanessa's smug smile as she placed her hand on Connor's shoulder. The boy stood tall, chest puffed out with unearned pride while my Jake sat three rows back, his young face a mask of confusion and hurt that broke my heart.

"Ryan," I said, my voice cutting through the murmurs. Heads turned. A Luna rarely questioned her Alpha in public. "There must be some mistake. Jake earned that position."

Ryan's eyes met mine, and I searched for any trace of the wolf I'd fallen in love with—the one who'd once whispered he couldn't lead without me by his side. Instead, I found only cool detachment, as if I were merely another pack member overstepping my bounds.

"The pack needs what's best, Luna," he replied, emphasizing my title rather than my name. "Connor has shown exceptional promise. End of discussion."

Selene clawed at my insides. *He used his Alpha tone on us. On his mate.*

Vanessa's scent—that cloying artificial vanilla that couldn't compare to a true mate bond's natural fragrance—wafted toward me as she stepped closer to Ryan. The territorial display wasn't subtle.

I felt our mate bond stretch thin, like a thread about to snap. Eight years ago, that bond had been unbreakable, forged in love and trust when I'd supported him through his rise to Alpha. Now it felt like a chain, tethering me to a man who no longer saw me.

I maintained my composure through the remainder of the meeting, though every fiber of my being wanted to drag Jake away from this toxic environment. My mother's words echoed in my mind: *"An Alpha who leans too heavily on his Luna will one day resent her strength."* How right she had been.

That night, after Jake had cried himself to sleep, I confronted Ryan in our quarters.

"You humiliated our son