My Alpha Stripped Me for His First Love

I stood frozen in the grand hall, my heart pounding as my mate—Alpha Killian—ripped the crimson gown from my body, the one intended for his Luna, right in front of the entire pack. His silver eyes burned with rage over the torn dress, which I hadn’t even realized had been prepared for Serena—his first love.

The silk crumpled to the floor, leaving me bare amid gasps and stifled laughter. A chill raced over my skin, echoing the icy dread seizing my heart. Every pack member gawked at me—their Luna—stripped and shamed by their Alpha.

If I hadn’t caught the smug flicker in Serena’s eyes—his mistress—I might’ve tricked myself, just for a second, into thinking this was some twisted dream.

But it wasn’t. The pack’s whispers and stares—some dripping with scorn, others tinged with pity—made that clear.

My heart slammed against my ribs as my Alpha husband snarled, “You’re not my Luna anymore.”

The words ripped through me, a jagged wound in my chest.

But what cut deeper than the humiliation was the truth I’d just unearthed: he’d never stopped loving her.

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My Alpha and mate humiliated me for wearing a dress that looked like one he bought for his first love.

I hadn’t known.

I hadn’t known when I pulled the gown over my body, when I stood in front of the mirror, running my hands over the delicate fabric. The deep crimson color shimmered under the candlelight, the soft silk hugging my frame perfectly. It had been left for me by a servant, folded neatly on my bed with a simple note: For the Luna.

I had thought it was a gift. A token of love from my mate.

I should have questioned it.

I should have noticed the uneasy looks the maids gave me when I stepped out of my chambers.

The moment I stepped into the hallway, conversation died. The few maids lingering near the staircase stared at me, their eyes darting between my face and the dress. One of them, a young girl named Mara, bit her lip, her fingers twisting the edge of her apron.

“You—” she hesitated, glancing at the others.

“Do I look bad?” I asked, smoothing my hands over my stomach.

Mara flinched, shaking her head quickly. “No, my lady. You look… beautiful.”

The other maids weren’t so quick to respond. Their silence felt like a heavy weight pressing against my chest.

Something was wrong.

I ignored the feeling. I had to. Tonight was important. The entire pack would be present, and as Luna, I had to stand beside my mate. No matter how distant he had been lately.

With my head high, I walked down the grand staircase, my gown trailing behind me.

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The moment I stepped into the ceremony, I knew I had made a mistake.

The air changed. The light chatter faded into an unnatural silence. Dozens of eyes turned toward me, some wide with shock, others filled with something else—something cruel.

I felt the weight of