She Was Unwanted, Now She's Queen

For three years, I swallowed a bitter pill daily, suppressing my royal white wolf bloodline for a normal life as the Alpha’s Luna. That morning, my husband Santino coldly announced a crucial announcement, then entered our grand hall with another woman, declaring, "Alessia, she will be living here from now on."

She was pregnant, he announced, carrying our late Beta’s child—yet her neck was unmarked. My scoff met his furious Alpha dominance, threatening my title, forcing my bow as he settled her into the suite next to ours.

Her sickening scent soon permeated my private study. Later, I found him intimately grooming her in the kitchen—a sacred act for mates—while he snarled mental insults, branding my jealousy pathetic.

Watching his hands violate our vows, a slow, cruel smirk pulled at my lips. My three-year marriage was officially over. I had already paused my royal trust fund’s capital, then severed our mind link with a chilling declaration: "Don't touch me with the hands that just touched her."

Chapter 1

Alessia POV:

I sat on the edge of the cold double bed, my head bowed as I stared at the small white suppressant pill resting in the center of my palm.

The bedroom was silent, the kind of heavy, suffocating silence that follows a storm. The chill of the mattress seeped through my thin nightgown, but I barely felt it. My focus was entirely on the chalky disk in my hand. This tiny pill was the chain I willingly placed around my own neck every single morning for three years. It was the price I paid to suppress my royal white wolf bloodline, to hide my true identity, all for the sake of a normal life. A normal husband. A normal pack.

My mind drifted to last night. Santino had stood right there by the door. His broad back was turned to me, his posture rigid and uncompromising. He didn't even look over his shoulder when he delivered his cold ultimatum. He told me he had something important to announce today. His voice had carried no warmth, no affection. Just the sterile tone of an Alpha giving a command to a subordinate.

My fingers curled inward. My nails dug into the soft flesh of my palm, leaving deep, crescent-shaped indentations. The physical sting grounded me.

I didn't reach for the glass of water on the nightstand. I tossed the dry pill into my mouth and swallowed hard.

The chalky texture scraped against my throat. A bitter, chemical taste exploded on my tongue and crawled down the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut as the familiar poison went to work.

Within seconds, the drug hit my bloodstream. Deep inside my chest, the ancient, restless power of the white wolf let out a muffled whimper before sinking back into a forced, unnatural sleep. The heavy lethargy settled into my bones. I was used to this weakness. I had sworn to live as an ordinary werewolf, to build a humble family, and