My Alpha Chose His Mistress Over His Pregnant Luna

The morning sun filtered through the trees as I led the pack training session, my body moving on autopilot. I'd barely slept, my wolf restless and agitated all night. Hudson had come to bed late again, claiming Alpha duties kept him busy. The excuse was becoming as worn as my patience.

"Luna Maddie, are you okay?" Delta Jessica asked, concern etching her features as she watched me stumble through the demonstration.

"I'm fine," I lied, forcing a smile. "Just a little tired."

My wolf whimpered inside me. *Liar. We are exhausted. We are carrying the weight of a failing Alpha.*

I pushed her voice away, focusing on the pack members watching me. With Hudson increasingly absent from leadership duties, I'd been compensating, taking on more responsibilities than ever before. The Silver Moon Pack needed stability, and I was determined to provide it.

"Let's try the defensive formation again," I called out, stepping forward.

Three steps in, the world tilted sideways. My knees buckled beneath me as darkness crept in from the edges of my vision. The last thing I heard was the collective gasp of the pack as I collapsed onto the training field.

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I awoke to the sterile scent of the pack infirmary and Dr. Sarah Mitchell's concerned face hovering above me.

"Luna Maddie," she said softly, her eyes filled with something I couldn't quite identify. "You gave everyone quite a scare."

"I'm sorry," I murmured, trying to sit up. "I don't know what happened."

Sarah gently pressed me back against the pillows. "You've been pushing yourself too hard. Your body needs rest."

My wolf stirred anxiously. *Something's wrong. Something's different.*

"Sarah," I whispered, suddenly afraid. "What's going on?"

The doctor's expression shifted, and she reached for my hand. "Luna Maddie, after all this time... you're pregnant."

The words hung in the air between us. Pregnant. After years of trying, of disappointment, of wondering if something was wrong with me or my bond with Hudson.

"The future Alpha heir?" I whispered, hardly daring to believe it.

Sarah nodded, her smile widening. "Strong heartbeat, about eight weeks along. You must have conceived right after the full moon ceremony."

Joy bloomed in my chest, warm and bright. This was it—the miracle we'd been waiting for. Hudson would be overjoyed. This baby would fix everything, heal the growing distance between us.

"Does Hudson know?" Sarah asked.

"No," I said, already swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "I want to tell him myself."

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I practically floated down the hallway toward Hudson's office, my hand resting protectively over my still-flat stomach. My wolf, usually so restless lately, had settled into a contented purr.

*Our pup will make everything right again,* she whispered in my mind.

As I approached Hudson's door, however, she suddenly went rigid.

*Wrong. Something is wrong.*

I paused, inhaling deeply. The scent hit me like a physical blow—vanilla and sex, Ashlynn's arousal mixed with Hudson's distinctive musk.

"No," I whispered, my hand freezing mid-knock.

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