The Alpha’s Secret Mate Is the Lost Princess

I am Alpha Bruce’s fated mate. But for eight years, I’ve been his dirty little secret, hiding in plain sight as his Beta.

When I saw him preparing the grounds for the Luna ceremony, I thought he was finally going to announce me.

But on our eighth anniversary, I saw a video posted by Seraphina, the daughter of the Silvermoon Pack’s Alpha.

In it, she was coyly showing off the mating mark on her neck.

The caption read: [Eight years apart, eight years you waited. I'm finally going to be yours!]

And the hand holding her—I knew it instantly. It was Bruce’s.

Only the spot on his wrist where my name had been tattooed now read ‘Seraphina.’

I ran out, desperate to confront them, but I was attacked by rogues on the way.

I called for Bruce through our mind-link, over and over.

The last time, I heard his voice, low and thick with desire: “Isadora? She was just a placeholder for you. A worthless, parentless she-wolf. She wouldn’t dare make a scene even if she knew.”

Lost in despair, the fragile life I carried inside me flickered and died.

But they didn’t know that a month ago, my birth parents—the Alpha and Luna of the Silvermoon Pack—had found me.

I am the true Alpha’s daughter of the Silvermoon Pack. Seraphina is just an impostor.

After the sterile cold of the surgery, the first thing I did was call my mother.

“Mom, I’ve made up my mind. I’m coming home to take my place. I agree to the alliance you mentioned, but I want Seraphina exiled from the Silvermoon Pack!”

I lay alone in the hospital bed, a ripping pain in my gut.

The doctor’s words echoed in my head: “I’m sorry, we lost the pup. But you're stable now. You’re young, Miss Isadora. You’ll have other chances.”

I had no tears left to cry.

My tiny, two-month-old pup was gone, without me ever getting the chance to meet them.

A nurse asked me, “Should I call any family?”

Family?

Did she mean Bruce? The man who was tangled up with another woman while I was fighting for my life?

Just then, my phone rang. It was the Luna of the Silvermoon Pack—my birth mother.

She was even more thrilled and decisive than I’d expected. “Of course, sweetie. If it wasn't for Seraphina's mother—that venomous Omega who switched her own pup with you at birth—we never would have lost all these years! I’ll make them pay.”

“In one week, I’ll hold a grand ceremony for your return. The entire North American werewolf community will know you are the true Silvermoon heiress.”

“As for the alliance, Julian, the Alpha heir of the Shadow Ridge Pack, is young, capable, and powerful. If you’re willing, I’ll arrange a meeting at once.”

I answered in a low voice, “Okay, Mom. Whatever you say.”

“But about the return ceremony… let’s not tell Seraphina just yet.”

Just then, another message popped up.

It was Seraphina.

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