My Alpha Paraded His Rogue in Our Pack

I stood at the top of the grand staircase in the Silverfang Pack house, my posture perfectly straight. Years of grueling Luna training demanded nothing less from me. The heavy oak doors of the main hall swung open, signaling the return of the border patrol. My heart gave a familiar, pathetic flutter. Julius. My fated mate. The Future Alpha of our pack.

But the polite smile froze on my lips. He didn't walk in alone.

His hand was wrapped tightly around the waist of a she-wolf I had never seen before. Her scent hit me instantly—sour pine and stale earth. A rogue. She wore a smirk that screamed victory, leaning her head intimately against Julius’s shoulder as they stepped into the foyer.

The bustling hall fell dead silent. Dozens of pack members turned to look up at me, their eyes heavy with pity and uncomfortable shock.

"Listen up!" Julius’s voice boomed, his Alpha tone lacing the air and demanding submission. "This is Haisley. She will be staying in the pack house starting today."

A nervous murmur rippled through the crowd. Bringing a banished rogue into the main house was strictly against pack protocol.

"She will take on Omega duties," Julius continued, his eyes finally lifting to meet mine. There was a cruel, challenging glint in his gaze. "But she is under my personal protection. You will treat her with the utmost respect. The exact same respect you would give your future Luna."

Haisley giggled, trailing a daring hand down his chest. He was parading his chosen mate right in front of me, stripping away my dignity piece by piece in front of the very people I was supposed to lead.

A sharp, tearing agony ripped through my chest. It was the mate bond, neglected and polluted, screaming in protest. Deep in my mind, my inner wolf, Raya, let out a pathetic, broken whimper. She curled into a tight ball, physically sickened by the blatant betrayal. I clutched the mahogany banister until my knuckles turned white, fighting the overwhelming urge to collapse.

I didn't wait for the pack to offer their fake sympathies. I turned on my heel and marched straight to Julius’s private office.

When he strolled in a few minutes later, smelling strongly of Haisley's cheap perfume, I didn't hesitate.

"This ends today, Julius," I said, my voice eerily calm despite the fire burning in my veins. "I want the rejection. We are severing the bond right now."

Julius paused, pouring himself a glass of bourbon. Then, he threw his head back and laughed. The sound was harsh, dripping with arrogance.

"Reject me?" He leaned against his heavy mahogany desk, swirling the amber liquid. "Amara, don't be dramatic. You don't have the spine for it. Your wolf is too rigid, too boring. She lacks the passion to survive a severed bond. You’d die from the shock."

"You're suffocating her," I fired back, stepping closer. "You bring a toxic rogue into our home, humiliate me in front of my people—"