After My Alpha Chose The Beta’s Daughter Over Me

The moonshade herbs sat on my vanity, their bitter scent filling the Alpha's quarters. For three years, I'd choked them down every morning, suppressing Sienna, my wolf, hiding my true nature from the man I'd given everything to.

Not tonight.

My fingers trembled as I lifted the vial, the blue moon's light streaming through the window, casting silver patterns across my reflection. The woman staring back at me looked fragile—deliberately so. Soft brown hair styled to appear lifeless, makeup subtle enough to diminish my features, clothes chosen for comfort rather than statement.

"Three years is enough," I whispered to my reflection. "Tonight, he'll know the real me."

I uncorked the vial and watched the thick, bitter liquid swirl down the sink. Sienna stirred within me, responding to freedom after years of forced slumber.

*We're awakening,* she whispered in my mind, her voice stronger than it had been in years. *Finally.*

I dressed carefully—a simple but elegant gown of pale blue that matched the rare Blue Moon Festival outside. My hand drifted to my still-flat stomach, where our secret grew. A child conceived with love, or so I'd thought.

"I'll tell him everything tonight," I promised Sienna. "About you, about our heritage, about the baby."

*He'll love us for who we truly are,* Sienna replied, hopeful as always. *Our love is strong enough.*

I followed Damian's scent through the festival grounds, where pack members celebrated under strings of twinkling lights. Music and laughter filled the air, but I moved with purpose, tracking my mate to a secluded grove beyond the festivities.

The forest grew darker here, moonlight filtering through dense branches. Damian's scent was stronger now, mingled with another—sweet, floral, and distinctly feminine.

"Jolene?"

I froze behind a thick cluster of trees, my heart stuttering as I recognized the Beta's daughter's scent. Through the branches, I could see them—Damian pressed against a tree, Jolene's legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping her ass with familiar possession.

"She's nothing but a burden," Damian growled, his voice carrying clearly in the still night. "A wolfless human who can't even shift during the Blue Moon Festival."

Jolene's laugh was cruel, cutting through me like glass. "Then why keep her? The pack whispers about your weak Luna."

"Because she's useful," he replied, and my world tilted on its axis. "Her family's connections to the Silver Moon territories are worth the humiliation of having a mate who can't even run with the pack."

I pressed my hand against my mouth to stifle a gasp. Three years of love, of sacrifice, reduced to... convenience.

"I can give you what she can't," Jolene purred, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Strength. An heir."

"An heir?" Damian pulled back slightly, interest flickering in his eyes.

Jolene nodded, her smile triumphant. "Our pup will be strong—worthy of an Alpha."

Something broke inside me then—the last fragile thread of hope that there might be some explanation, some misunderstanding. Sienna howled in rage within me, but I forced her down, not