Auctioning The Alpha To Her Enemies

On the night of our third anniversary as mates, I sat in the grand hall of the Adams Pack territory, surrounded by the elite of the werewolf world. The air was thick with the mingling scents of power and ambition, the kind that only Alphas and their inner circles could exude. Rowan, my mate and Beta of the Adams Pack, had told me he was away on pack business. Yet there he was, standing at the center of the room, his arm draped around Blair Bell, his old flame and the pack’s most conniving Omega. His dark eyes gleamed with a satisfaction that made my stomach churn, and his broad shoulders, once a source of comfort, now seemed to radiate arrogance.

Before I could confront him, I overheard a group of Deltas nearby, their voices dripping with mockery. “Now that Blair’s back, when are you going to drop your substitute Luna?” one of them asked, nudging Rowan with a smirk. Rowan chuckled, his deep voice cutting through the noise of the gathering. “Anytime,” he replied, his tone casual, as though he were discussing the weather. My heart shattered into pieces, the bond between us screaming in protest.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to keep my composure. I was Hayden Adams, Alpha of the Adams Pack, and I would not let them see me break. But just as I was about to make my move, I noticed the peculiar looks from the pack members around me. I followed their gazes to the large screen at the front of the hall, where my private photos—images I had never shared with anyone—were being displayed for all to see. Blair was curled up next to Rowan, her golden hair gleaming under the lights, her expression one of pure contentment. Rowan, meanwhile, stood tall and unbothered, as though this were all part of some grand plan.

I trembled with rage, my wolf snarling in the back of my mind. “Rowan,” I said, my voice low but commanding, the authority of an Alpha ringing through my words. “Explain this.”

He turned to me, his dark eyes cold and unfeeling. “You’ve benefited from my position for so long,” he said, his voice smooth and patronizing. “Take it as an honor that you’re now amusing Blair.”

At that moment, I realized that, to him, I was nothing more than a placeholder—a pawn in his game of power and manipulation.

“Alpha Adams,” Felix Jones, the pack’s auctioneer, called out, his voice devoid of the usual respect. “Are you sure you want to continue with your bid?” He held the gavel in his hand, his tone almost mocking.

I tore my gaze away from Rowan’s smug face and focused on the screen. “Remove those photos immediately,” I said, my voice echoing through the hall with the force of an Alpha’s command. But the room remained silent, the pack members either too afraid or too amused to act.

Someone snickered first—Kameron Henderson, one