After My Mate Denied His Pup, I Destroyed Him

The moonlight streaming through our bedroom window cast silver shadows across Beau's face as he moved above me. His eyes were closed, lost in passion, and for a moment I felt that familiar warmth of our mate bond wrapping around us like silk. This was supposed to be perfect. We were supposed to be perfect.

Then he whispered it.

"Vada."

The name fell from his lips like a prayer, breathless and reverent in a way that made my blood turn to ice. My wolf, Luna, recoiled so violently inside me that I nearly gasped aloud. Every instinct screamed to confront him, to demand answers, to let my Luna authority crash down on him like a tidal wave. But something deeper, something colder, held me perfectly still.

I forced my breathing to remain steady, my body pliant beneath his. Through barely cracked eyelids, I watched his face transform from blissful abandon to stark horror as he realized what he'd done. His movements stuttered to a stop, and I could practically hear his heart hammering against his ribs.

"Saylor?" His voice cracked slightly. "Baby, are you awake?"

I let my breathing deepen, mimicking sleep with an actress's precision. Inside, Luna was pacing, her fury a living thing that wanted to tear through my skin. But I held her back with iron will, watching Beau through my lashes as he carefully extracted himself from our bed.

He stood there for long minutes, running shaking hands through his dark hair. In the moonlight, I could see the guilt written across every line of his body. He knew. He knew exactly what he'd done, and the panic radiating from him told me everything I needed to know.

Vada. The name echoed in my mind like a death knell. Vada Fisher, the Omega who always seemed to find reasons to linger near the Beta offices. Who smiled too sweetly whenever Beau was around. Who I'd dismissed as harmless because what threat could an Omega possibly pose to a Luna?

Apparently, more than I'd ever imagined.

Beau finally slipped into the bathroom, and I heard the shower turn on. Only then did I allow myself to move, sitting up in our bed that suddenly felt contaminated. My hands were steady as I reached for my phone, but inside, something fundamental had broken. Not just my heart—that was too simple. Something deeper. Something that had believed in loyalty and mate bonds and the sanctity of pack hierarchy.

I was Saylor Harvey, daughter of Alpha Bruce Harvey, Luna of the prestigious Silvermoon Pack. I had been raised to understand power, to wield it with precision. And now, as I stared at the empty space where my mate had been, I felt that power crystallizing into something sharp and deadly.

The shower was still running when dawn broke. I dressed carefully in my Luna attire—a simple but elegant dress that spoke of authority without ostentation. When Beau emerged, towel around his waist and guilt still clinging to him like cologne,