Alpha's Betrayal, Luna's Rise

On my daughter’s fifth birthday, Yareli Murphy—a manipulative she-wolf who once held Sean Harrison’s attention—posted a photo on Instagram with the caption:

"Before bed, my little one was crying for his dad, and the wonderful Alpha immediately dropped his work to be there."

In the photo, the man next to her was none other than my mate—Sean Harrison, the former Alpha of the Harrison Pack.

I glanced at the message I’d received ten minutes ago:

"There’s something going on at the packhouse tonight. You and Braelynn don’t need to wait for me."

I liked the post, then called my divorce attorney.

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Sean came home at two in the morning, his Alpha presence filling the room. The harsh light made me shield my daughter’s eyes immediately. He leaned against the doorframe, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over us:

"Miriam, I’m back. Let’s wake Braelynn, and I’ll celebrate her birthday with her."

In the past, I cherished these family rituals deeply. Whether it was a birthday, the Moon Goddess’s celebration, or a pack gathering, I insisted Sean be involved. I didn’t want Braelynn to go through what I did—only seeing her father through fleeting moments between pack duties. But now—

I straightened the blanket and replied in a flat tone:

"No need."

A flicker of frustration crossed Sean’s face, his Alpha aura pressing against me:

"Miriam, I only went over to help Miguel sleep. Don’t get the wrong idea."

"It’s because you’re always suspicious that I didn’t dare tell you the truth."

I wasn’t mistaken, and I wouldn’t be jumping to conclusions in the future either.

"If there’s nothing else, go to your room and let Braelynn sleep. She has training tomorrow."

Hearing my response, Sean let out a cold laugh, his deep voice echoing in the quiet room:

"Suit yourself, but don’t blame me later for missing out on Braelynn’s growing up."

I turned off the light and gently patted my daughter, who was slightly disturbed. Missing out doesn’t matter anymore, especially since Braelynn’s birthday wish this year was:

"Not to see Dad again."

The next morning, Sean didn’t rush out immediately after breakfast as he usually did. Instead, he sat watching the pack news, his muscular frame dominating the couch. Just before leaving, he picked up the keys and walked over, gently touching Braelynn’s head:

"Today, Daddy will take you."

His words were directed at our daughter, but his eyes were fixed on me. Two years ago, when Braelynn started her training, Sean would drop her off every day. But after Yareli came into the picture, his departure times grew earlier. He claimed pack meetings started earlier, leaving no time to drop off Braelynn.

I believed him until three months ago when Braelynn switched training grounds. At the entrance, I saw him. A man who should’ve been at the packhouse was bending over to lift a little boy from the back seat.

It turned out he wasn’t too busy to drop off Braelynn, he just had more important