Becoming the Luna of Your Ex's Brother

when Olivia's fiancé walked out of their wedding for another woman

she ran into the pouring rain in her wedding dress💔...

Her bf's Alpha brother took her home.

"I make the rule, dear.Just say yes. l would bury him six feet beneath the ground. In Pieces."

Olivia's POV

“I, Aiden Virek, take the title of Mate to Luna Olivia Hartwyn, joining Thorne Ridge Pack. I pledge my loyalty, power, protection and lifeblood.”

Aiden lowers to a knee and presses his forehead to my stomach, exposing the nape of his neck in the traditional show of submission to a Mate.

I can’t wait to finally mark Aiden, to feel the bond snap into place and start a future together. It’s been a whirlwind since we met at the Pack Summit last Fall. He looked at me like I was the only person in the room, and everything just… clicked. And now I get to make him mine.

Everything is perfect, just like I imagined. Today is the day. My day.

I place my hand on his head, threading my fingers through his tawny hair, and recite the reply by memory. “I, Olivia Hartwyn, receive Aiden Virek of Jasper Pack as my Mate. I accept your pledge of loyalty and protection and offer you a place by my side in the Thorne Ridge Pack.”

“You may now mark your Mate!” The Priest declares, and Aiden rises to his full height above me, grinning like he’s won the lottery.

Normally, Mates mark each other instinctually, and in an uncontrollable fit of passion, but as the Luna, my Pack needs to know this is properly sealed; I’d rather have him to myself.

Aiden’s fingers trail down the side of my throat, pulling aside the lacy collar to expose the crook of my shoulder. Tilting my head to give Aiden more access, he leans in, scenting me, and causing a shiver to run up my spine in anticipation of his bite. I feel Aiden’s warm breath against my skin just before he –

– “I’ve been tired of her reclusive ass for months. If she wasn’t an Alpha’s daughter, I wouldn’t be marrying her. You know that.”

What the hell? That’s Aiden’s voice.

The speakers crackle and Aiden rears back in shock. My brow creases in confusion and I look around to see where that recording is coming from.

“Then who do you love, baby?” that’s Amelia, from my Pack.

“Of course, it’s you, it’ll always be you.”

Aiden’s voice rises again, this time it’s not the recording. “That’s fake, obviously someone is trying to hurt us! Olivia, sweetheart, you know this is fake.” His eyes turn pleading.

Whispers and growls ripple through the Packs; someone yelps from behind me and my bridesmaid Mia cries out, “Amelia’s fainted!”

My head whips around and I’m hit with a wave of jealousy... from Mia.

I know from experience that unconscious people don’t project emotions. And Amelia is an absolute beacon right now. I don’t know if she’s