After My Alpha Husband Rejected Me for the Omega

The Northern Pack summit had been grueling. Three days of negotiations, posturing, and careful wordplay had left me exhausted. But I'd done it—secured the treaty that would protect our borders for another decade. I clutched the signed document in my hand, its crisp paper a testament to my diplomatic skills.

"I've got it," I whispered to myself as I drove through the familiar territory of Silvercreek Pack lands. "Twenty years of service, and this might be my finest achievement."

The car's headlights cut through the evening mist as I approached the Pack House. I'd returned a day early, eager to see Jaxson. My son was growing so quickly—already showing signs of the Alpha he would one day become. The thought of his proud smile when I showed him the treaty made my weary bones ache for home.

"Just a few more minutes," I murmured, parking in my usual spot.

The moment I stepped out of the car, something felt wrong. The air hung heavy with a scent that made my wolf stir uneasily within me.

"That's..." I froze, inhaling deeply. Kevin's musk, unmistakable and thick in the air, mingled with something else—something cheap and cloying. Vanilla. Artificial vanilla.

My stomach twisted as I followed the scent trail with growing dread. It led straight to the Pack House, up the grand staircase, and directly to the Alpha Suite—our bedroom.

"Kevin?" I called out, my voice steady despite the growing knot in my chest. "I've returned with the treaty."

Silence answered me.

I pushed open the heavy oak door of our bedroom, my heart pounding against my ribs. The scene before me stopped my breath.

Kevin lay in our bed—our bed—with a woman draped across his chest. Beatrice Payne. The former Omega who had somehow wormed her way into our pack's upper echelons. Her red hair spilled across my pillow as she giggled at something he'd whispered in her ear.

But it wasn't their betrayal that made my vision go white with rage.

It was the cloak.

"My mother's cloak," I whispered, my voice breaking as I stared at the ceremonial Luna cloak draped carelessly over Beatrice's bare shoulders.

The silver-threaded garment gleamed in the dim light—hundreds of hours of work by my mother's skilled hands before she was poisoned by rival wolves. The fabric still carried her scent, a sacred link to my ancestors and the Evans bloodline.

"Adaline!" Kevin jerked upright, pushing Beatrice aside. "You're back early."

Beatrice turned lazily, her green eyes meeting mine with a smirk that chilled my blood. She deliberately pulled the cloak tighter around her naked shoulders.

"Oh, do you like it?" she purred. "Kevin said I could borrow it. After all, I'm practically the Luna now."

Something inside me snapped. My wolf surged forward, claws extending as I shifted partially, my eyes glowing with primal fury.

"You dare?" I growled, lunging toward her.

"ADALINE!" Kevin's Alpha tone slammed into me like a physical blow, freezing me mid-stride. "Stand down!"

I struggled against his command,