My Alpha Replaced Me with a Rogue’s Mate

The storm rattled the windows of the Pack House as I paced the foyer, towels in hand. Leonardo was late returning from border patrol, and worry gnawed at my stomach. Seven years as his Luna had taught me to trust my instincts, and tonight they screamed that something was wrong.

The front doors burst open with a bang that made me jump. Leonardo stood there, soaked to the bone, his powerful frame silhouetted against the lightning that split the sky behind him. But it wasn't his unusual lateness or the storm that made my blood run cold—it was what he carried in his arms.

A woman. A petite, trembling woman with wide, tear-filled eyes and two small pups clinging to her skirts.

"Jayleen!" Leonardo's voice carried an urgency I'd never heard before. "Quickly, get Dr. Wright. My mate needs help."

My mate. Two words that shattered seven years of devotion in an instant.

I stood frozen, towels still clutched in my hands, as Leonardo brushed past me without a second glance. The woman—Kinsley, he'd called her—emitted a scent that made my nose burn. Something floral and sickly sweet, with an undertone of... something else. Something artificial.

"I found her at the northern border," Leonardo explained to no one in particular as he laid her gently on the couch. "She and her pups were attacked by rogues. They're lucky to be alive."

Kinsley whimpered, burying her face against Leonardo's chest. "The rogues... they came out of nowhere. My mate... he didn't survive."

The way she said it—her voice breaking at just the right moment, her fingers clutching Leonardo's shirt—sent warning bells ringing through my head. But Leonardo was already kneeling beside her, his eyes glazed with a primal recognition that made my stomach twist.

"Dr. Wright!" he barked when the pack doctor appeared. "Attend to my mate immediately."

"Your mate?" I finally found my voice, though it sounded distant even to my own ears.

Leonardo barely glanced at me. "Yes, Jayleen. Can't you smell it? She's my true mate."

The towels slipped from my fingers as Dr. Wright rushed to Kinsley's side, checking her pulse and examining the two wide-eyed pups who stared up at us with identical expressions of practiced innocence.

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Less than twenty-four hours later, I stood in our bedroom—our bedroom—packing a bag while Leonardo hovered awkwardly by the door.

"It's just temporary," he said, not meeting my eyes. "Just until she's stronger."

"Until she's stronger?" I repeated, my voice dangerously calm despite the storm raging inside me. "Or until you've completely replaced me?"

"That's not fair, Jayleen." His tone hardened. "You know what she's been through."

I zipped the bag with more force than necessary. "And what about what I've been through? What we've been through?"

Kinsley's voice drifted down the hallway, soft and trembling. "Is she still here? I can smell her... it reminds me of the rogues who attacked us."

Leonardo's entire body tensed. "Jayleen, please. Her PTSD is triggered by your scent."

"My scent?"