Luna Rejects Cheating Mate

I couldn't sleep that night. Lane's evasive answers echoed in my mind as I lay beside him, careful not to let our skin touch. The bed felt too small, too crowded with lies.

When dawn broke, I slipped out from under the covers, determined to find proof of what I already knew in my heart.

"You're up early," Lane murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

"Just restless," I replied, my tone neutral despite the storm raging inside me. "Pack business on my mind."

He nodded and rolled over, already drifting back to sleep. I watched his back rise and fall with each breath, wondering how someone could lie so easily.

I moved silently through our bedroom, following my instincts. The scent trail was faint but unmistakable—that cloying vanilla perfume that didn't belong to me. It led from our bed to the bathroom, then back to the guest room.

In the bathroom, I found what I was looking for. A small crystal bottle with a delicate silver cap sat behind my toiletries basket. I hadn't put it there.

"Omega perfume," I whispered, unscrewing the cap. The scent was overwhelming—cheap and sweet, designed to appeal to male wolves. Not something a Luna would wear.

I returned to our bedroom and checked my pillow. There, glinting in the morning light, were several long blonde hairs. I gathered them carefully, my fingers trembling with rage rather than fear.

"Lane," I said, my voice carrying the weight of my Luna authority. He jerked awake, his eyes widening as he saw what I held. "Explain this."

"Where did you find that?" he asked, his voice too casual.

"On my pillow. In our bed." I held up the perfume bottle. "And this was in our bathroom. Care to explain why an omega's scent is all over our private space?"

He sat up, running a hand through his hair. "You're being paranoid, Nyla. That's probably just... maybe the cleaning service..."

"The cleaning service doesn't wear perfume," I cut him off. "And they certainly don't leave their hair on my pillow."

Lane's expression hardened. "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. You're always so suspicious, always thinking the worst of me."

I stared at him, disbelief washing over me. "Are you seriously trying to make this my fault?"

"I just mean that..." He sighed dramatically. "You're always so busy with pack duties that you don't notice what's going on right in front of you."

I pocketed the evidence and straightened my spine. "I want your work schedule. Every meeting, every overtime hour, every business trip."

"Nyla—"

"Now, Lane." My Luna aura flared, filling the room with pressure that made him flinch.

Two hours later, I sat in my office reviewing his calendar. There were inconsistencies everywhere—claimed overtime hours with no corresponding projects, meetings scheduled during times when I knew he'd been home.

"I need to see for myself," I muttered, grabbing my keys.

The drive to his company took twenty minutes. I bypassed the reception desk, my Luna status granting me immediate access.

"Excuse me," I said to the receptionist as I passed. "I'm looking for Lane Montgomery."

Her eyes widened slightly. "He's in a meeting with his... personal assistant."

"Personal assistant?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Ms. Porter. They often work late together." She lowered her voice. "Very... dedicated employees."

"Where might I find them?"

"Third floor, east wing. Mr. Montgomery's office is at the end of the hall."

I thanked her and made my way upstairs, following the scent trail that had become all too familiar.

I found the women's restroom near Lane's office and slipped inside, waiting. My Luna instincts told me she would come here eventually.

I didn't have to wait long.

The door swung open, and there she was—young, blonde, exactly as I'd seen on the camera. She froze when she saw me, her omega scent immediately spiking with terror.

"L-Luna Nyla," she stammered, her eyes wide. "I didn't expect you here."

"Ariyah Porter, I presume?" I stepped closer, watching as her omega instincts kicked in. Her neck bared slightly in submission, her hands trembling at her sides.

"I was just... Lane needed help with some important pack business," she said, her voice barely audible. "Nothing serious."

"Pack business?" I repeated, my voice dangerously soft. "In his private office? After hours?"

The scent of her fear intensified, filling the small restroom with a sour note that made my wolf growl.

"Please," she whispered, her hands shaking uncontrollably now. "It's not what you think."

I leaned in close, my Luna aura pressing down on her like a physical weight. "Then tell me what it is, Ariyah. Because from where I stand, it looks like my mate has been busy with more than just pack business."