Unwanted By The Alpha, Destined For The Wraith

Alessandra POV

The Luna's suite was supposed to be my sanctuary. The heavy oak four-poster bed, carved with the Stone Pack's wolf totems, and the ancient moon-phase tapestries on the walls were symbols of a sacred bond. But right now, the air in my bedroom was suffocating.

My natural scent—winter frost and night-blooming jasmine—was being violently smothered. Angelo’s mundane musk and sweat reeked of nervous arrogance, but it was the cloying, synthetic stench of rose and vanilla perfume that made my stomach turn.

It belonged to Cecelia Preston, the human judge's daughter standing entirely too close to my mate.

"It’s for the future and legitimacy of the Stone Pack in the human world, Alessandra," Alpha Angelo Stone declared, his chest puffed out as if he were delivering a heroic speech rather than shattering our mate-bond. "I am taking Cecelia as my chosen mate. Alpha King Antonio Blackwood has already given his blessing to our new alliance."

Cecelia stepped forward, her manicured hand resting possessively on Angelo’s bicep. She looked at me with wide, feigned innocence. "You don't have to leave, Andra. Angelo told me how... difficult it is for you, being wolfless. We can share him. We can be like sisters."

A heavy, suffocating silence dropped over the room. By the door, Angelo’s siblings—Kandi, Geno, and Boone—exchanged amused smirks, waiting for the wolfless Luna to break down and cry.

I didn't have an inner wolf to bare her fangs or unleash a possessive roar. I couldn't shift into a massive dire wolf and tear this human intruder's throat out. But deep within my veins, the dormant, ancient blood of the White Wolf awakened. The exhaustion of the past three years evaporated, replaced by a glacial, terrifying calm.

"Sisters?" I repeated, my voice dropping the temperature in the room. I met Cecelia’s gaze, letting her see the absolute void in my eyes. "In the werewolf world, an Alpha's mate is absolute. You wouldn't be a sister, Cecelia. You would be nothing more than a human pet."

Cecelia gasped, shrinking behind Angelo.

"Watch your mouth, Alessandra!" Angelo snarled, his Alpha aura flaring, trying to force me into submission. But an Alpha's command only works on wolves. To me, it was just hot air. "You are a wolfless waste! The only thing you ever brought to this pack was coin. You will accept this arrangement, or you will have nothing!"

"Coin?" I took a slow, deliberate step toward him. "My *coin* built the titanium reinforced walls that protect your borders. My Silvermoon inheritance pays for Kandi’s designer wardrobe, Geno’s pathetic gambling debts, and Boone’s fleet of sports cars."

I glanced at the doorway. The smirks vanished from his siblings' faces, instantly replaced by a sickly, pale dread.

I turned my attention back to my so-called mate. "And let's not forget the Blood Oath, Angelo. The oath you swore to my dying mother, Sofia Vance, under the Moon Goddess's gaze. You swore to protect her White Wolf bloodline. You built your entire Alpha title