Me And My Alpha Had A Revenge Plan

I stood beside Ajax, my face a mask of calm while my heart thundered in my chest. The grand hall of the Windsor pack house glittered with celebration lights, packed with wolves celebrating Ajax's triumphant return to power. Three years of struggle, of dancing in seedy clubs to earn money, of plotting and planning and sacrificing—all leading to this moment when he reclaimed his rightful place as Alpha.

I should have been ecstatic. Instead, I was steeling myself for what was to come.

Ajax's hand squeezed mine briefly—our secret signal. It was time.

He stepped forward, his powerful presence immediately commanding silence from the crowd. His dark hair caught the light, his shoulders squared with the authority that was his birthright. I'd watched him transform from a broken, exiled heir to this magnificent Alpha, and despite everything, pride swelled within me.

"My loyal pack," Ajax's voice resonated through the hall. "Today marks not just my return, but the beginning of a new era for the Windsor wolves."

Cheers erupted, glasses raised in celebration. I caught sight of Orion at the edge of the crowd, his handsome face twisted with barely concealed rage. Beside him, Primrose Hubsburg simpered, her golden curls bouncing as she whispered something in his ear. My stomach clenched at the sight of them together—the murderers of the woman who had saved my life.

For you, Mia. All of this is for you.

"As your Alpha," Ajax continued, his voice dropping to a tone that made the crowd lean forward, "I must make decisions that ensure our pack's strength and future."

His eyes, those deep blue eyes that had looked at me with such tenderness in private, now turned cold as they landed on me.

"Evadne Ruther has served me well during my exile."

The words sliced through me despite my preparation. Served. Like a tool, not a partner.

"However," Ajax's voice hardened, "a former rogue, a Delta, cannot be the Luna this pack deserves."

Gasps rippled through the crowd. I felt dozens of eyes turn to me, filled with pity, shock, and in some cases, smug satisfaction. I kept my chin high, my face impassive, though inside I was reliving that moment years ago—finding Mia's body, her pregnant belly still with the child that would never breathe, the staged evidence of suicide that only I knew was murder.

"The Windsor bloodline requires purity and strength," Ajax declared, turning toward Primrose who stepped forward with practiced grace, her Omega scent sweet and cloying. "Primrose Hubsburg comes from a noble lineage that will strengthen our pack. She will be my Luna."

Primrose's smile was radiant as she took Ajax's extended hand. The perfect picture of the Alpha and his chosen mate. I saw the triumph glittering in her eyes as she glanced at me, expecting to see me crumble.

I didn't give her the satisfaction. Instead, I bowed my head slightly, the picture of acceptance, while inside I repeated the mantra that had kept me going: Justice for Mia.