Betrayed By My Fated Alpha

Upon returning to the Silver Moon Pack’s mansion, I stared at the shredded remains of the Luna gown Seth had destroyed, the fabric now nothing more than a symbol of my broken mate bond. Quietly, I reached for my phone and dialed my father, the retired Gamma of our pack.

“Dad,” I said, my voice steady but laced with exhaustion, “is it still possible to consider the offer from the Crimson Fang Pack?”

A sigh came from the other end, heavy with concern. “Are you sure this time, Hadlee? No more enduring heartaches for that Alpha?”

I touched the fresh cut on my neck, a wound that stung more than just physically. “Yes, I’ve thought it over. It’s time to move on.”

Just as I hung up, Seth’s personal healer arrived, claiming he was there to tend to my wound. But the real damage was to my heart, and no amount of healing salves or bandages could fix that. I sent the healer away, my mind already racing with plans for my departure.

The phone rang again, Seth’s name flashing on the screen. The sound of a helicopter roared in the background, but I could still hear the restrained annoyance in his voice.

“Ariana got scared, so I’m staying with her in Edinburgh tonight,” he said, his tone clipped. “I was too emotional earlier. I’ll have a designer make a new Luna gown for you overnight.”

“No need,” I interrupted coldly. “The marking ceremony is off, Alpha Seth. I don’t want to be your Luna anymore.”

The title felt foreign on my tongue, a stark reminder of the hierarchy I’d once respected. After I hung up, he called several times. When I didn’t answer, a slew of apologetic texts followed.

[I’m coming back right now, Hadlee. Let’s talk face to face.]

I stared at the chat background photo of us together, emotions churning within me. Yet I waited for Seth all night in the mansion, only to be greeted by Ariana’s social media post flaunting their cozy time together.

In the picture, Seth wore an apron, standing in the kitchen cooking. I’d been his personal Delta warrior for three years, well aware of his quirks. I never imagined this privileged Alpha, who demanded perfection in every aspect of his life, would roll up his sleeves and cook. Maybe that was the difference between love and indifference.

I took a screenshot of her post and forwarded it to Seth.

[This is the third time you’ve broken your promise. Three strikes, you’re out. I’m not waiting for you anymore.]

After sending it, I turned off my phone and went to my room to pack. Early the next morning, I intended to leave quietly. But as soon as I opened the door, I bumped into Seth returning with Ariana.

Seeing their fingers intertwined felt like a stab to the heart. Seth was a notorious germophobe; he’d once said he couldn’t bear being touched by others. It took me five long years and nearly