When My Alpha Let His Mistress Rule Our Pack

The crystal chandelier above the Obsidian Pack’s grand ballroom cast a fractured light over the crowd, but it couldn't hide the cracks in my marriage. I stood in my floor-length silver gown, the fabric shimmering like the moonlight my birth pack, Moonstone, was named for. I was Daleyza Morgan, daughter of one of the most powerful bloodlines in the country, and yet, here I was, watching my mate make a fool of me.

It was Alpha Bradley’s birthday. As his Luna, I should have been the one standing at his right hand during the toast. Instead, I was relegated to the periphery while Kelly, his "childhood best friend," clung to his bicep like a burr I couldn't brush off.

"To Alpha Bradley!" a visiting dignitary shouted, raising his glass.

Bradley beamed, his handsome face flushed with drink and adoration. But before he could thank his guests, Kelly giggled. It was a sound that grated on my nerves like claws on a chalkboard. She smoothed her dress, feigning shyness, though her voice carried purposefully to the back of the room.

"Oh, Brad!" she squealed, looking up at him through her lashes. "You didn't tell them about my birthday present! Bradley promised to take me to the coast next week. Just the two of us, to unwind."

The room went stiff. The murmured conversations died instantly.

I stepped forward, my posture rigid. "That is impossible," I said, my voice calm but carrying the weight of my station. "Next week is the Council of Elders meeting. The Alpha is required to be there to renew our territory treaties."

Kelly didn't even look at me. She just smirked at Bradley, tracing a finger down his lapel. "Oh, Luna Daleyza, don't worry about his schedule. Brad says he needs to check with me before making any plans... even bedroom ones. He doesn't want me to feel left out of the decision-making."

A collective gasp sucked the air out of the room. The disrespect was palpable, a physical slap to my face. She wasn't just claiming his time; she was claiming dominion over his intimacy, over the sacred bond between mates. I looked at Bradley, waiting for the roar of his Alpha nature. I waited for him to push her away, to defend his Luna, to restore order.

Bradley looked down at his shoes, his face turning a mottled red. "Now, Daleyza," he muttered, his voice weak and devoid of command. "Kelly is just... sensitive. She didn't mean it like that."

He didn't mean it. He wasn't going to fix it.

Something inside me snapped. It wasn't the sound of a heart breaking; it was the sound of a chain breaking. My wolf, Selene, who had been pacing in the cage of my ribs for years, threw her head back and howled for blood.

*Show them,* Selene snarled. *Show them what a true Alpha looks like.*

I didn't cry. Tears were for the weak, and I was a Morgan. I walked into the center of the