Alpha Daddy, Mommy Doesn't Want You Anymore

Cassandra PoV’s

I will never forget the night when my heavenly life turned to the hell. The night my life changed forever.

My husband, Alaric Drayden, and I were attending a formal ball. I hadn’t wanted to go, but it was a celebration of the project he had triumphantly completed—and Alaric had invited nearly the entire Pack to share in his success. And Alaric said this celebration was also meant to mark my thirtieth birthday.

I should have begged him to stay home. I should have listened to the unease clawing at my chest. But I wanted to be the supportive wife—the Luna who stood proudly by her Alpha’s side.

And that… was the biggest mistake of my life.

Damn it.

I stood frozen in the middle of the glittering party, my chest tightening with every shaky breath. Silver and gold balloons floated above the crowd, crystal lights spilling their glow across the stage. And there he was—my husband, my Alpha—standing far too close to Lyra. My half-sister. Their hands overlapped on the cake knife, their smiles too wide, too intimate. It looked less like any celebration and more like a wedding.

Their wedding.

The whispers around me sliced through my ears like blades.

“They look perfect together.”

“Did you see Miss Lyra tonight? She’s stunning.”

“Of course—everyone knows the most beautiful woman in the Pack is Miss Lyra. No one can compete with her beauty.”

Their words buzzed like wasps, loud and relentless. I knew how hard my Alpha, Alaric Drayden, had worked for this project. Wasn’t it natural that a company as big as Olium Corp would throw such a party? And it just so happened to fall on my birthday.

He told me this event would be a celebration for me, too. Yet… why did it feel like nothing about it was mine? All I saw was Alaric, monopolized by my half-sister—she flashed like a jewel in a skintight scarlet dress, every curve catching the chandelier light as if the party had been staged for her alone.

My gaze dropped, unbidden, to my own body. Changed. Unfamiliar.

The pregnancy I had longed for—seven years of waiting—had taken its toll. My weight had soared. My face, once radiant, was now plagued with breakouts, my skin dull and dry, my hair thinning in handfuls. The doctor had said some pregnancies threw a mother’s hormones into chaos.

It shouldn’t matter. Not to me. Not when this baby was everything we had prayed for. And when Alaric first learned I was pregnant, he was overjoyed. For a moment, I thought we had finally found wholeness. But that joy vanished quickly. He buried himself once again in his work, in the Pack, leaving little time for me.

“Oh, Alpha Alaric, you flatter me.”

The sound of her voice yanked my head back toward the stage. Lyra’s lilting tone dripped with sweetness, enchanting everyone within earshot. And judging by the warmth in my Alpha’s eyes, she had ensnared him too. When was the last time Alaric looked at me like that?

“If it weren’t for you, I don’t think this project would have survived.”

The room erupted to applause, every hand rose in her praise. I stood apart, fists clenched so tightly my nails bit into my palms. I tried to hold myself back, to stay composed, but I could feel the restraint slipping away.

The more I watched, the more Lyra pushed the line. And Alaric… damn him, he never stopped her. She reached up, fingers smoothing his tie like it was the most natural thing in the world. In front of everyone.

This was a public event, wasn’t it? Didn’t he realize how many eyes were on them? Or maybe the truth was far worse.

Maybe this wasn’t unusual for them at all.

Just as I was about to step closer to them, Russel Ivanov, our Pack’s Gamma, blocked my way.

“I want to speak with my husband,” I said firmly.

Gamma Russel chuckled. “Our Alpha must be in the best mood tonight. Olium Corp just signed a huge contract, driving out our biggest rival, Holdem Group. Because of this victory, our Pack has risen straight to the top of the national ranks. SilverFang’s name is spreading everywhere. Quite an achievement, isn’t it?”

“Yes, you’re right.” I couldn’t deny it. And yet…

“Miss Lyra is truly remarkable. This is all thanks to her and Alpha Alaric. What a glorious celebration.”

“Don’t they look perfect together? So close, so… affectionate.”

“I can’t help but feel Miss Lyra is more suited to be Alpha Alaric’s Luna.”

“Yes, I agree. Miss Lyra is beautiful, graceful, intelligent, resourceful, well-connected in business—she matches Alpha Alaric perfectly.”

“Careful what you say. Isn’t Luna Cassandra here tonight as well?”

“I heard it’s her birthday. But why hasn’t anyone mentioned it?”

Those words hit me like ice water. My eyes swept over the decorations—silver and gold balloons, banners strung across the hall. All of them celebrated the business success. Not even one bore the words Happy Birthday.

What… what was happening? Could it be … Alaric forgot something this important?

I couldn’t hold myself back any longer—especially when Lyra was clinging so sweetly to Alaric’s arm.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, my voice trembling as I moved toward them—each step heavy with dread. One hand instinctively cradled my growing belly, while the other gripped the edge of the table for balance.

Every movement was cautious, measured. I couldn’t afford to stumble—not when my child’s life was bound to mine. Yet even as I walked, fear and disbelief twisted inside me, tightening around my heart like a cruel snare.

Lyra quickly dropped his hand, turning to me with feigned surprise. “Oh, Cassandra—you’re here? Moon Goddess, how could I not notice? Please, forgive me.” She rushed toward me, wrapping me in an embrace, her eyes shimmering with false regret. “I’ve been so busy all night. You understand, don’t you? This project demanded so much of me.”

I met her gaze, my own sharp and unflinching.

“This moment should have been for the two of you to celebrate. Forgive me, Cassandra, I never meant to intrude, but there’s just been so—”

“Silence,” I cut her off coldly.

“Don’t ruin the atmosphere, Cassandra. Just enjoy the party.”

Alaric—my husband, my mate—looked at me with eyes full of irritation, as though I was the intruder, I was the problem here.

“This… is my birthday, Alaric,” I whispered, suppressing my anger and sorrow.

“Of course it is. Your birthday, my dear sister,” Lyra chimed in smoothly before Alaric could answer, already signaling someone across the room. A cake appeared in their hands. My cake.

You know what’s funny? The birthday cake had the words CONGRATULATIONS ON THE PROJECT written across almost the entire surface—bold, gleaming, impossible to miss.

Meanwhile, Happy Birthday, Cassandra was nothing more than a tiny decoration tucked in the corner, like an afterthought.

Was I really that insignificant?

“How could Alpha Alaric ever forget? We would never neglect the birthday of our precious Luna of SilverFang.”

The words tasted foul in my ears. Empty. Mocking. And yet, instead of celebration for me, more praise and admiration kept pouring down on Lyra. As if I had stepped into the light only to be branded the villain who ruined their perfect evening.

“I want to go home,” I interrupted Alaric and Lyra's lingering gaze once again, whispering to Alaric.

“Not now,” he snapped. “It’s your birthday, isn’t it? Everyone’s still enjoying the party. Don’t act childish, Cassandra.”

I stared at him in disbelief, the sting of his words making my chest tighten. Just as I opened my mouth to argue, Lyra slid smoothly in front of me.

“Cassandra, come on, let’s cut the cake.” She handed me the knife without even a trace of guilt in her eyes.

“Why should Cassandra cut the cake?” Alaric took the knife from her hand. His tone shifted—warmer, indulgent. “The honor belongs to you, Lyra. You played the greater role tonight.”

Well？What about me?

And then the knife that should have been mine cut through the cake by their hands. Thunderous applause erupted. Cheers, laughter, voices celebrating their closeness. The praise for Lyra only grew louder, drowning me out entirely.

“Ugh—” A sharp pain stabbed through my stomach, forcing a grimace from me. I clenched my fists, trying to hold myself together. I wanted to leave, but I couldn’t stand here and let them humiliate me like this. Rage burned hotter with every glance at Lyra and my husband, bold and unashamed in their public display.

“Now.” My hand shot out, snatching the knife from Lyra just as she was about to cut another slice. My glare locked on Alaric. “Can we go home?”

“No. I still have business with Lyra,” Alaric answered flatly, then turned away. “Come, let’s go.”

Of course, the invitation wasn’t for me. It was for her.

“You’re… ignoring me?” My voice trembled with barely contained fury—Alaric didn’t use to be like this. When did he stop looking at me in the eye and start turning away first?

“I’m not ignoring you, Cassandra. I simply have more pressing matters. Don’t act so—”

“Childish?!” My voice cracked like a whip, cutting through the music and chatter. Alaric’s eyes snapped to mine, wide with shock, as though he couldn’t believe I dared raise my voice to him. My lungs constricted; the air felt thin, oppressive, as if the weight of his Alpha aura was pressing me down.

“If not for this company’s celebration, I wouldn’t let you get away with this, Cassandra. You’re my Luna, but you carry yourself without an ounce of a Luna’s dignity.”

He turned his back on me and walked away, Lyra trailing close behind him, her lips curved in the faintest, satisfied smile.

My breath came ragged; each inhaled a struggle. His dominance crushed against me, a deliberate reminder of who he was—Alpha of SilverFang. And I… I was supposed to bow to that authority. But I couldn’t let him leave me behind. Not like this.

I pushed forward, hurrying after him, ignoring the curious stares around us. My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor—until suddenly, they slipped. I hadn’t noticed the slickness beneath me, whether from spilled cream or wine, but in the next instant, I was on the ground. The impact jolted through me, agony radiating from my stomach.

And then…

“Luna Cassandra, are you all right?”

A wet warmth spread beneath me, seeping through the fabric between my thighs.

Ah… what’s happening to me? No. No, I can’t think about myself right now. Alaric. I have to reach Alaric—if he walks away now, I feel like I’ll lose him for good. I don't know why but the thought is overwhelming.

“Alaric…” I called out, grimacing in pain.

“Quick! Call an ambulance!” someone shouted.

“Blood! Luna Cassandra is bleeding!”

“Alaric…”

I knew he turned to look at me. I hadn’t forgotten how Alaric used to rush to my side the moment anything happened to me—how panic would flash in his eyes as if his whole world would crumble at the sight of my pain.

But now?

He looked at me with eyes as cold and sharp as a blade, as if whatever I was going through meant nothing.

“Stop with the pathetic act, Cassandra. I don’t believe you anymore.”

He turned away, his tone final, his steps unhurried—as though I was nothing but a worthless shadow in his life.

And then, before I could even breathe, darkness swallowed everything.