My Alpha King Mate Went Crazy When I Left the World After His Betrayal

I should have been the Northern Pack's future Female Alpha, but my mate Alpha King Aiden Blackwood asked me to give it all up.

He insisted on keeping me glued to his side 24/7, claiming he'd die without his mate's touch.

I loved him so deeply that I agreed. For seven years, I have been both his perfect Luna and his capable Beta, making his pack stronger day by day.

I feel it's all worth it, everyone knows Aiden loves me desperately.

Because I have trouble sleeping, he spent $10 Million to buy precious "moon tea" from a witch so I could rest well.

But they don't know that every night when I fall asleep, Aiden brings Sarah—our kitchen omega—to our bed.

The same wolf who called me "Little moon" would fuck her right beside my unconscious body.

The day the doctor told me I was pregnant with twins, I discovered it all.

I held back the burning in my heart and chest, and with a weary gaze, I spoke to the Goddess of the Moon: "Goddess, I wish to leave this world."

"Would you be willing to give up all this, my child?"

I gently rubbed my belly and nodded firmly.

The goddess sighed and said: "In three days, I will take you away."

1

I am Scarlett Williams, mate to Alpha King Aiden Blackwood.

I gave up being the Northern Pack's future Alpha Female to serve as his Beta instead. Not that he gave me much choice.

He keeps me glued to his side 24/7, claiming he's afraid I'll vanish.

The mighty Alpha King, reduced to a clingy pup around his mate. Only I see this insecure side of him.

Seventeen years together, from scrawny Alpha heir to powerful King, yet he still acts like I'll slip away any moment.

I tease him about it."Only my Luna's touch calms my wolf," he whimpers, nuzzling my neck.

His Alpha aura wraps around me like a possessive shield.

Today while he's in his council meeting, I use my final Moon Goddess blessing.

Not to grant a wish or gain power - just to understand why the mighty Alpha King fears losing me.

The vision hits like a knife to the chest.

There I am, passed out cold in our bed. And there's Aiden, tangled up with Sarah - our kitchen's omega wolf - right beside my unconscious body.

His hands gripping her waist, their naked bodies moving in a primal rhythm, her triumphant smirk as she stares at my drugged form.

My unconscious body lies there like a discarded toy, one arm dangling off our mating bed.

My mind races back to every morning I woke with a foggy head. That odd wolfsbane scent in our bedroom.

Now it all makes sense.

My wolf howls in rage as I empty my stomach.

A wave of dizziness hits me as I wipe my mouth. Something feels different about my wolf - a subtle change I've been ignoring for days.

My hand