When My Alpha Chose His Mistress Over Our Dying Pup

The room spun around me as I stared at the pup's face—those unmistakable eyes, Lawrence's eyes, looking back at me from an infant's features. My wolf howled in anguish inside me, clawing at my insides, demanding release.

*Ours,* she snarled. *Blood of our blood.*

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The ceremony continued around me in a blur of voices and movements, but all I could focus on was the truth crashing down like a physical blow.

"This ceremony is a lie," I heard myself say, my voice cutting through the murmurs of the pack elite.

The room fell silent. Lawrence's head snapped toward me, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Luna Evie," he warned, a hint of his Alpha tone seeping into his voice. "This is not the time—"

"When is the time?" I demanded, stepping forward. My Luna aura flared around me, pushing against the suffocating weight of his dominance. "When were you going to tell me that your mistress bore your child on the exact day our daughter died?"

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Bella's face drained of color, her arms tightening protectively around the pup.

"You're hysterical," Lawrence said coldly, his voice carrying to every corner of the great hall. "Grief has damaged your mind. Our daughter's death was a tragedy, but these delusions—"

"Delusions?" My voice rose, drowning out his attempts to silence me. "I can smell him on the child! Your scent, Lawrence. Your blood!"

Margaret stepped forward, her former Luna aura flickering around her like a fading shadow. "How dare you disrupt a sacred pack ceremony with your emotional outbursts? Control yourself, girl."

But I was beyond control now. My wolf surged forward, lending me strength I didn't know I possessed.

"I, Evie," I began, my voice steady despite the trembling in my limbs, "reject you, Alpha Lawrence Green of the Silverfang Pack—"

The words of rejection burned like acid on my tongue, but I forced them out, each syllable a dagger to my own heart.

Lawrence's face contorted with rage. "ENOUGH!" he roared, unleashing his full Alpha aura.

The force of it hit me like a physical blow. My knees buckled as the weight of his power crushed down on me, stealing my breath and freezing the words in my throat.

"You will not reject me," he growled, his Alpha tone vibrating through my bones. "You are mine."

My wolf fought against the command, tearing at my insides, desperate to complete the rejection. But Lawrence's power was overwhelming, suffocating.

"I strip you of your Luna title," he snarled, circling me as I struggled to remain standing. "You are no longer fit to lead this pack."

The pack members watched in horror, some lowering their eyes in submission to their Alpha's wrath, others staring in fascination at the spectacle of their Luna being publicly humiliated.

"Beta Daniel," Lawrence commanded, his voice deadly calm now. "Escort Bella to the Luna quarters. She will be moving into the packhouse immediately."

Bella's triumphant smile cut through me like a knife as she handed the pup to Margaret and followed Daniel from the hall.

"As for you," Lawrence said, turning back to me with cold eyes, "you will be relocated to the Omega quarters until I decide what to do with you."

Two Delta warriors stepped forward, gripping my arms roughly.

"Take her away," Lawrence ordered. "She is no longer Luna of this pack."

The last thing I saw before they dragged me from the hall was Margaret cradling the pup close, whispering something to Bella as they watched me being taken away.

The Omega quarters were little more than a damp basement at the far edge of pack territory. As the warriors shoved me through the door and locked it behind me, I collapsed to my knees on the cold concrete floor.

My wolf howled in agony, the incomplete rejection tearing at us both. I could still feel Lawrence's mate bond pulling at me, even as my heart shattered into a million pieces.

"Why?" I whispered to the empty room, tears streaming down my face. "How could you do this to us? To our daughter?"

Only silence answered me as I curled into myself on the floor, my body shaking with sobs that seemed to tear from my very soul.

Somewhere above me, I could hear Lawrence's voice, addressing the pack, restoring order to the ceremony as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't just destroyed everything we had built together.

And in that moment, lying on the cold floor of my prison, I made a vow to myself and to my daughter's memory: I would find the truth. No matter what it cost me.