The Secret Mistress: Poisoning The Alpha's Unborn Heir

On my wedding night, I waited for the fated spark. Instead, I found a fresh tattoo on my Alpha husband's chest.

Beneath the ink lay a jagged bite mark. Jameson had marked Caren, the wolf-less Omega, just hours before our ceremony.

When I confronted him, he called me paranoid. But the betrayal didn't stop at infidelity.

On my birthday, Caren brought me "fertility tea." I smelled the metallic tang of Wolfsbane immediately—a poison deadly to our kind. I refused to touch it, but Jameson’s eyes flashed with dominance.

"Drink it. That is an order."

He used the Alpha Voice to force the poison down my throat.

As my throat seized and I clawed at the carpet, dying, he didn't help me. When I reached for the antidote, he shoved me into the wall to protect Caren, accusing me of trying to attack her.

I woke up in the hospital to the devastating news: the poison had killed our unborn pup.

Yet, Jameson still shielded his mistress, baring his fangs at his own mother to keep Caren safe. He thought he could fix it. He thought he still owned me.

"Sit! I command you to stay!"

He roared the Alpha Command, expecting me to kneel. But his authority shattered along with my heart.

I didn't just sign the divorce papers. I walked out to the parking lot under the full moon and rejected the bond, watching him collapse in agony.

Then, the "broken" wolf he despised finally shifted.

I rose as the legendary White Wolf, and left him howling in the dirt.

Chapter 1

Lana POV:

The heavy oak door of the Alpha Suite slammed shut, cutting off the noise of the celebration downstairs.

Two burly Gamma warriors dumped my husband onto the king-sized bed.

"Careful," I said, my voice tight. "He is your Alpha."

"Sorry, Luna Lana," one of them muttered, bowing his head. "The Moon Liquor... it hit him hard."

They retreated, leaving me alone with Jameson.

This was supposed to be the most magical night of my life. The night the Moonlight Pack officially recognized me as their Luna. The night Jameson and I would seal our bond under the eyes of the Moon Goddess.

But there was no magic here. Only the sour reek of spilled alcohol and the cold, hollow feeling in my chest.

I walked to the side of the bed. Jameson was sprawled on his back, his expensive tuxedo shirt unbuttoned halfway, his breathing heavy and uneven.

I reached out to brush a lock of dark hair from his forehead.

I waited for the spark.

The elders always said that when you touch your Fated Mate, it feels like lightning dancing under your skin. They said your souls hum in harmony, a song only the two of you can hear.

I felt nothing. Just warm, clammy skin.

My Inner Wolf paced anxiously in the back of my mind. She was silent, confused. She should be howling with joy, calling out to her mate. But