Lycan's Love for Scorned Luna

The pack meeting had gone well. I'd spent hours mediating between two families arguing over territory boundaries, and finally reached a compromise that left both parties satisfied. As Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, these duties were my responsibility—one I took pride in fulfilling properly.

My heels clicked against the marble floor as I made my way up the grand staircase of the pack house. My shoulders ached from tension, and all I wanted was to sink into Alexander's arms and feel the comfort of our mate bond.

*He should be home by now*, I thought, glancing at my watch. The setting sun cast long shadows through the windows, painting the hallway in amber light.

As I approached our master bedroom, something felt wrong. My wolf, Victoria, stirred uneasily within me.

*Something's not right*, she whimpered.

I paused at the door, hearing muffled sounds from inside. My hand froze on the doorknob as I caught a scent that shouldn't be there—Madison's perfume, mixed with something else. Something primal.

I pushed the door open.

Time seemed to stop. There, on our marital bed—the bed where Alexander had claimed me as his Luna, where we'd spent countless nights planning our future—my mate was entangled with his stepsister. Madison's legs were wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back in ecstasy as Alexander—my Alexander—moved above her.

For one suspended moment, nobody moved. Then Madison's eyes met mine over Alexander's shoulder, and I saw no surprise there—only triumph.

"Victoria," Alexander gasped, finally noticing me. He pulled away from Madison, who made no effort to cover herself.

I couldn't speak. My lungs refused to work as a searing pain ripped through my chest. Our mate bond, once warm and comforting, now burned like acid in my veins.

*TRAITOR!* My wolf howled in agony, clawing at my insides, desperate to escape the betrayal.

My legs gave out beneath me. I collapsed against the doorframe, one hand clutching my chest where the pain was most intense.

"It's not what it looks like," Alexander said, hastily pulling on his pants. The lie was so absurd I might have laughed if I could breathe.

"Don't bother, Alex," Madison purred, stretching languidly across MY bed. "She was bound to find out eventually."

The casual way she said it—like this wasn't the first time, like this had been happening right under my nose—made bile rise in my throat.

"How long?" I managed to whisper.

Alexander approached me, his hand outstretched. "Victoria, please, she needed me. She's been through so much—"

"HOW LONG?" I screamed, my Luna voice making the windows rattle.

Madison laughed, the sound like broken glass. "Long enough, Luna. Long enough that he knows exactly how I like to be touched."

Something inside me shattered. In that moment, as I looked into Alexander's guilty eyes, I made a silent vow. I would escape this betrayal. I would survive this. And one day, I would be free of them both.

Without another word, I turned and walked away, each step requiring