The Alpha Betrayed His Moon-Blessed Mate

My mother, Adley Simmons, was once revered as a blessed healer by the Moon Goddess, the Luna of the Rivera Pack, and the cherished mate of Alpha Derrick Rivera. My uncle, Beta Zen Cruz, had sworn to protect her as his own sister. Yet, when she was captured by rogue werewolves during a pack gathering, neither of them lifted a finger to save her.

Instead, they stood by, watching as she was brought to the auction block, her healing abilities twisted into a grotesque spectacle. I sent frantic mind links to my father and uncle, pleading for them to intervene, but they blocked my messages without a second thought. Instead, they escorted Zaria Morales, the rogue they had taken in, to the center of the gathering, treating her like a queen.

“You mentioned your scent was weakening,” my father said to Zaria, his voice dripping with false affection. “I found the perfect remedy for you—this healer’s essence. They say she’s blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. We’ll extract her power and make it yours.”

Zaria’s eyes gleamed with malice. “I’ve heard that the essence is most potent when the healer is... at her most vulnerable,” she purred. “Perhaps we should make her experience a little... excitement first.”

My father and uncle didn’t hesitate. “Whatever you desire, we’ll make it happen,” they said in unison, their voices cold and detached.

I watched in horror as they dragged my mother to the center of the clearing, her body bound and gagged. She struggled desperately, but her cries were muffled, her movements restrained. I screamed, trying to push through the crowd, but my voice was drowned out by the jeers and laughter of the onlookers.

“Father, stop! That’s Mother!” I shouted, but the noise was deafening, and my words were lost in the chaos.

My father turned to Zaria, his arm draped around her shoulders. “Let’s see how much ‘excitement’ we can give her,” he said, his tone cruel and mocking. “Bring out the rogues.”

My uncle nodded, his expression equally cold. “Strip her. We don’t want her face to ruin the moment. Cover it up.”

The pack members tore at my mother’s clothes, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. She writhed in agony, her body straining against the bonds, but her struggles only elicited more laughter from the crowd.

“Look at her!” Zaria sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “Even a healer blessed by the Moon Goddess can’t resist this kind of ‘treatment.’ She’s no better than a common rogue.”

I tried to push forward, but a strong hand grabbed me from behind, yanking me away. A burly werewolf clamped his hand over my mouth and dragged me toward the edge of the clearing. He chained me to a post near the rogues’ den, his grin twisted with sadistic pleasure.

“You’ll get your turn soon enough,” he sneered. “But first, let’s see how your mother handles her ‘guests.’”

The rogues were released, their eyes gleaming with hunger as they closed in on my