Betrayal Leads to True Love

The territorial reports felt heavier than usual in my hands as I approached Byron's office, the familiar weight of Luna duties pressing against my shoulders. The late afternoon sun streamed through the pack house windows, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floors I'd walked countless times over the past five years.

I knocked twice on the heavy oak door—our established signal—before pushing it open with my hip, my arms full of documents that needed his Alpha signature. "Byron, I have the boundary patrol reports from—"

The words died in my throat.

The scent hit me first—a nauseating cocktail of arousal, sweat, and something else that made my wolf recoil in disgust. Byron was pressed against his desk, his shirt half-unbuttoned, dark hair disheveled. Beneath him, auburn hair spilled across the scattered papers, Kamila's brown eyes wide with surprise rather than shame as she met my gaze over Byron's shoulder.

The territorial reports slipped from my numb fingers, scattering across the floor like fallen leaves.

"Violeta." Byron's voice carried no embarrassment, no guilt—just mild annoyance at the interruption. He didn't even have the decency to step away from her immediately, his hands still braced on either side of Kamila's body. "You should have waited for permission to enter."

I stood frozen in the doorway, my Luna pendant suddenly feeling like a weight around my neck. The woman I'd personally promoted to pack administrator—the omega I'd trusted with sensitive pack business—stared at me with something that looked almost like triumph flickering in her doe eyes.

"I... I knocked," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. The scent of their betrayal seemed to thicken the air, making it hard to breathe.

Byron finally stepped back, casually buttoning his shirt as if this were nothing more than a business meeting. Kamila smoothed down her skirt with practiced efficiency, her cheeks flushed but her expression unapologetic.

"We need to talk," Byron said, straightening his tie with infuriating calm. "This actually works out perfectly."

Perfectly? My hands began to tremble as the full weight of what I was witnessing crashed over me. "Byron, what is this?"

"Sit down, Violeta." His Alpha tone crept into his voice—not the gentle authority he'd used with me before, but something harder, more commanding. "What you walked in on... it's been going on for months."

Months. The word echoed in my mind as I remained standing, my legs suddenly feeling unsteady. "Months?"

Kamila finally spoke, her voice carrying that familiar submissive sweetness that had always grated on my nerves. "Luna Violeta, I never meant for you to find out this way."

"Find out?" I turned to Byron, searching his green eyes for some sign of remorse, some indication that this was a mistake he regretted. Instead, I found cold calculation. "Byron, we're mates. We're bonded—"

"Are we?" He interrupted, his tone almost conversational. "Think about it, Violeta. Really think. When was the last time you felt the mate pull? When did my wolf ever truly acknowledge yours?"

The question