Broken by the Alpha: The Luna's Path to Freedom

My husband brought a woman home and introduced her as a "Breeder."

He swore it was strictly for the pack's survival, claiming my body was too weak to carry an Alpha heir.

I believed him. I swallowed my pride and accepted the humiliation because we were Fated Mates.

But at the Spring Banquet, the lie crumbled.

Bennett didn't just parade her around; in front of the entire pack, he sank his teeth into her neck, publicly marking her and severing our soul bond.

The metaphysical backlash hit me like a physical blow.

In the ensuing chaos, a massive champagne tower collapsed, slicing my skin to ribbons.

While I stood there bleeding, Bennett didn't even glance at me.

He tackled her to the ground to protect her from a harmless splash of water, roaring about his "precious heir."

"Get her out of my sight," he snarled at me, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "She is no longer my mate."

He thought I would break.

He thought I would stay in the corner, a dutiful, barren Luna waiting for him to finish playing house.

He was wrong.

I walked into his office, shredded the documents that gave him access to my family's fortune, and booked a one-way ticket to Paris.

When he finally realizes that the "Breeder" is nothing but a fraud and tries to use the Alpha Command to drag me back, he's going to find nothing but an empty room.

The Luna he rejected is dead.

And the woman who replaced her is never coming back.

Chapter 1

Kelsey POV

The scent of pine and rain always takes me back to the beginning.

I was six years old when I first met Bennett. We were just pups in the Blood Moon Pack, racing across the muddy forest floor, our laughter echoing off the ancient trees. Back then, there were no titles, no hierarchies. Just Kelsey and Bennett.

I remember the day we turned eighteen like it was branded into my retinas. The day of the Recognition.

I had walked into the Pack House, nervous about my first shift. Then, I saw him. He was standing at the top of the stairs, his broad shoulders filling out his black t-shirt.

The moment our eyes locked, the world tilted.

A scent hit me—like the ozone before a thunderstorm mixed with deep, earthy sandalwood. It wasn't just a smell; it was a physical force that slammed into my chest. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat that drowned out the chatter of the party.

*Mine!*

My inner wolf, usually a quiet, dormant presence, roared in my mind. She clawed at the surface, desperate to get to him.

Bennett had frozen, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black. He descended the stairs, and when his hand brushed my arm, a jolt of electricity—hot and sharp—zipped up my spine. It was the electric touch, the undeniable signature of Fated Mates.

"Kelsey," he had breathed, pulling me into a hug that