Go Away, Never Your Luna!

"Oh Mia." He whispered the name of another woman while we were having sex. He had always whispered her name, for the past 4 years.

The alpha and I have been having sex secretly for the past four years and I forced down a sob as I watched him roll off me and head into the bathroom.

"Don't forget to take the pills." He muttered as he grabbed a cigarette and I nodded, tears spilling down my eyes in the darkness as I bowed my head.

"Alpha." I whispered as I got up, trying to hug his waist but he grabbed my hand immediately.

"Do you want money?" He demanded coldly and I shook my head.

"Don't get any funny ideas, Freya. I told you my heart belongs to my mate." He replied and I nodded, my shoulders slumping with disappointment.

"It's been four years." I whispered to myself as I dashed into the bathroom.

I walked out twenty minutes later, wiping my hair. His phone buzzed and he answered immediately, I swallowed back my jealousy when I saw the name across the screen.

It was Mia, he had saved her name as my heart. I watched as his face brightened with delight and it broke my heart the more.

"Mia. You're at the pack airport? I'm coming to get you know! Welcome home, baby." He announced as he ended the call and grabbed his pants hastily.

"Wh. What's happening." I stuttered and he glanced at me with a smile.

"She's back for good! Mia is back!" He announced excitedly as he dashed out and I slumped to the ground as tears rolled down my cheeks.

I couldn't continue pretending anymore. I was in love with him right from the first day I had seen him. For four years I watched him in silence, feeling too ashamed to stand before him and when Mia rejected him as her mate, it felt like a miracle and my chance to have him but after offering myself as a toy to get off with and a form of therapy, he never loved me.

I was his assistant by day and lover at night, hoping one day he'd finally take notice of me but today my heart was in a wreck.

"I warned you." My wolf, Bree whispered and I just sobbed quietly.

"But I love him. Bree it's been eight years, why can't he love me back? Why do I have to struggle for love?" I demanded, unable to hold back the questions.

Bree was never in support of me having sex with him, she had warned me repeatedly but seeing that I was happy to be around him, she let me proceed.

"He has a mate. You can't just change his heart that way." She whispered softly and more years rolled down my cheeks.

Why did love have to be this cruel? Why couldn't I be his second mate? Why did he have to love her after all these years? I was