The Alpha's Lost Heir: A Rejected Luna's Revenge

I took a poisoned dagger for my husband, Alpha Jackson, destroying my womb and my health to save his life. I thought my sacrifice made our bond unbreakable.

But three years later, when I miraculously fell pregnant, he didn't celebrate. Instead, he brought me a box of "expensive supplements" to help my condition.

I opened a vial and smelled the acrid, metallic scent of Wolfsbane. He wasn't trying to heal me; he was ensuring I—and the baby he didn't know about—would never wake up.

At the pack ceremony, he publicly humiliated me, pinning the Luna's brooch on his pregnant mistress, Candida. When I protested, he slapped me across the face in front of the entire pack, calling me a useless, barren burden.

He wanted me dead so he could replace me. So, I gave him exactly what he wanted. With the help of a trusted healer, I staged my own death and vanished into the night.

Years later, when I returned as the powerful White Wolf and the cherished mate of the Lycan King, Jackson fell to his knees in front of the world, weeping and begging for me to come home.

I looked down at the man who destroyed me and smiled cold.

"Get up, Jackson. You're embarrassing yourself."

"I'm not your wife anymore; I'm the woman who survived you."

Chapter 1

Elena POV

The velvet of the ceremonial robe weighed heavily in my hands, a physical manifestation of the crushing expectations resting on my shoulders.

I stood in the center of the master bedroom in the Pack House, smoothing out the silver embroidery on the collar. It was Jackson's Alpha ceremony suit. Today, he would officially assume full command of the Bloodmoon Pack. And I, as his Luna, was expected to stand beside him.

A weak, rattling cough escaped my lips.

My chest ached-a dull, throbbing pain that had become my constant companion over the last few months.

"You look pale, Luna Elena," a voice whispered from the doorway.

It was Sarah, one of the younger omegas. She clutched a basket of fresh linens, her knuckles white as she gripped the wicker handle. Her eyes darted around the room, wide and skittish.

"I'm fine, Sarah." I managed a smile, though I felt the strain of it in my cheeks; it certainly didn't reach my eyes. "Just the excitement. Today is a monumental day for Jackson."

Sarah didn't leave.

Instead, she took a tentative step inside, closing the door softly behind her. "Luna... there are rumors. In the kitchen. In the laundry room. Everywhere."

My hands stilled on the velvet fabric.

"What kind of rumors?"

"About Alpha Jackson," she whispered, her voice trembling. "And... Candida."

The name struck me like a physical blow.

Candida. The daughter of a visiting Beta from the south. She had been staying with us for a month now. Beautiful, voluptuous, and vibrant with health. Everything I wasn't.

"They say... they say the Alpha was seen leaving her quarters before dawn," Sarah stammered, looking terrified