Mated to The Rival Alpha: Luna's Revenge

The ring was in my pocket, burning a hole through the fabric like it knew what was coming.

I pulled into the driveway just as the sun dipped behind the treetops. The soft orange light slanted across the pack estate, casting long shadows that stretched like claws across the ground.

I parked around the side, out of sight. No one was supposed to know I was back yet.

Tonight was planned to be a surprise. A moment of courage. A beginning.

I, planned it.

Everything. I told Charles I needed to be in the northern territory for meetings, but I’d wrapped up early, rushed home ahead of schedule, and brought everything with me—flowers, lights, the wine he loved. And the ring. The one I’d spent three months’ salary on. White gold, one sapphire. Like his eyes, once.

He wouldn’t be expecting this. But he needed to see it. To see me.

Ten years, and he still hadn’t claimed me as his Luna.

Fine, if he was to shy to do it, I would ask him.

I took a breath, steadied my shaking hands, and walked through the gate. The house was quiet, just like I’d hoped. I told the guard at the entrance I’d forgotten some documents. He didn’t question it.

Everything was perfect.

Until I stepped inside.

The scent hit me first—Charles’s cologne, yes, but laced with something new. Floral. Sweet. Clinging to the air like perfume sprayed just minutes ago.

I froze. Something was off.

Just… Wrong.

“Charles?” I called softly.

No answer.

I crept upstairs, heart pounding in my chest. Our bedroom door was cracked open. Light spilled out. And with it—laughter. A woman’s laugh. Silky. Intimate.

I moved toward the sound, step by step.

When I pushed the door open, the world stopped.

Charles was in our bed. Naked. His body tangled with Vivienne Morgan—the Eastern Alpha’s daughter. His ex.

They didn’t even pretend to hide.

Vivienne was laughing, her head thrown back on our pillows. Charles’s hand traced her thigh like he’d done to me a lifetime ago.

He looked up when he noticed me. Blinked. Frowned.

“Sophia?”

I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry.

I just stood there.

“I came home early,” I said, voice flat. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Vivienne sat up slowly, pulling the sheet around her with all the grace of a queen who didn’t care what peasant she’d just humiliated.

“Well, that is a surprise,” she purred.

I turned my eyes to Charles.

“Tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”

He sighed like I’d just inconvenienced him. “We were going to talk after the territory summit. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”

“Find out what, Charles?” My voice cracked on his name. “That you’ve been screwing someone else in our bed?”

Vivienne smirked. “It’s not really your bed if you were never Luna, is it?”

I flinched like she’d slapped me.

Charles sat up, the sheet falling from his chest. He didn’t look guilty. Just...