After My Alpha’s Mistress Killed Our Pup, I Rejected Him

The scent of rosemary and vanilla filled our bedroom as I arranged the last candle on the dining table. Five years of marriage, and tonight would change everything. My hand instinctively moved to my still-flat stomach, where our pup grew in secret. I couldn't wait to see Jayson's face when I told him.

"Perfect timing," I whispered to myself, adjusting the silverware one final time. "He'll be home any minute."

I'd spent hours preparing this dinner. The Obsidian Moon Pack's Alpha—my mate—deserved nothing less. Jayson had been working tirelessly on territorial negotiations, and I wanted to surprise him with good news that would make all his stress worthwhile.

Kira, my inner wolf, purred with anticipation. *Our pup will make him happy. He'll finally see how much we love him.*

I smiled, reaching for Jayson's phone to silence it before our romantic evening began. He'd left it on the nightstand, unlocked—unusual for someone so private about his digital life.

"Just one second," I murmured, picking it up.

That's when it happened. My elbow knocked against the table, sending Jayson's phone tumbling to the floor. As I bent to retrieve it, the screen lit up with an app I'd never seen before—a digital diary, left open to today's entry.

My finger hovered over the screen, a strange unease settling in my chest. *Don't look*, I told myself. *This is private.*

But Kira growled. *Something wrong. Look.*

I opened the app, my heart pounding as I scrolled through months of entries. Then years.

"Today Elle suggested we start trying for pups," read an entry from three months ago. "The thought makes me sick. What kind of mother would she be? Francesca would have been perfect—strong, beautiful, from the right bloodline."

My breath caught. Francesca? The she-wolf who'd rejected Jayson before his wolf finally emerged?

Another entry, from our third anniversary: "Elle thinks tonight is special. She's wearing that ridiculous necklace I bought her to shut her up about wanting a real gift. If only she knew I was with Francesca in my mind the entire time we made love."

The candles flickered as my hands began to shake. Entry after entry revealed the truth—Jayson had never loved me. He'd used me, the devoted Luna who'd helped him reclaim his Alpha status, as a placeholder while he obsessed over the woman who'd once called him defective.

"The pack respects Elle because she plays her role well," another entry read. "She's the perfect PR tool—everyone sees how devoted she is to the late-bloomer Alpha. No one suspects I'm dying inside, waiting for the day I can finally have Francesca."

Kira howled in agony, clawing at my insides. *Betrayal! Pain!*

"Shut up," I whispered, tears streaming down my face as I continued reading. Five years of lies distilled into thousands of words. Every tender moment we'd shared mocked in his private thoughts.

The final entry was dated today: "Elle's been acting strange lately. Probably suspects something. Need to be more careful. Francesca's return is imminent—just need