Alpha’s Scumbag: Sorry My Luna

Georgia’s POVAs I rummaged through the top drawer of my bedroom, my fingers brushed against cold glass bottles and blister packs of pills. My hand hesitated before grabbing the familiar blue packet—the one I had hidden behind my skincare products. It was the contraceptive my husband, Damien, insisted I take whenever he makes love to me and most of the time, I take these pills daily.Damien. My husband, my mate, my Alpha. The man the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me. He was everything a woman could dream of; strong, protective, and devastatingly handsome. With his storm-gray eyes and jet-black hair, he commanded attention effortlessly. He had a way of making me feel cherished, adored even. Every time he looked at me, it was like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I have spent two years with him in this marriage.But as much as I loved him, there were cracks in our perfect marriage. Damien didn’t want children. He’d been clear about it from the start, even though I

Georgia’s POVThe single word shattered the silence like glass.Damien froze, his jaw tightening as he instinctively stepped back, his eyes darting between me and the boy who is now clutching at his pant leg. I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. My husband, the man who had always insisted he didn’t want children, was standing in front of his son.I stared at him, searching his face for answers, for some kind of explanation, but all I saw was guilt.“Damien?” my voice is sharp, cutting through the tension. “Is it true? Is he your son?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he crouched down and gently placed his hands on Liam’s shoulders, a strained smile on his face. “Hey, buddy,” he said softly, before standing and finally meeting my gaze.I laughed bitterly in realization, my hands clenching into fists. “Damien.” I called again but this time, those tears started to flow from my eyes. Taking a step towards him, I wiped my tears. “Explain why the man who doesn’t want

Georgia’s POVMy first night in my new apartment was a quiet one. I stood in the middle of the small, sparsely furnished living room, staring at the stack of unopened boxes that lined the walls that I needed to unpack. It was nothing like the sprawling, luxurious house I’d shared with Damien, but it was mine. My sanctuary. Or so I’d thought.The apartment was modest—a small one-bedroom tucked into the corner of an aging brick building. The creaking floorboards and slightly peeling paint made it feel lived-in, cozy even. I liked it. For the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe. But that feeling evaporated the second the sharp, insistent knock rattled my front door. My heart froze. I wasn’t expecting anyone.“Open the door, Georgia,” Damien’s voice barked from the other side. Cold and commanding, just like I remembered.I stayed rooted in place, my fingers trembling at my sides. The lock was flimsy at best, and I didn’t trust it to hold.“Georgia!” His tone rose, fury spill

Georgia’s POVI cradled the glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the liquid, my thought blank.A few moment I was happy, another moment I was about celebrating my marriage anniversary and another moment, they were all my past memories that has been shattered. I am the most unlucky female on this earth.The photo of Damien kissing me on our wedding day remained permanently etched in my head.I took one gulp of the liquid, my vision blurred with tears. “I lost everything” I snapped, glaring at the glass in my head right before I beckoned to Kael who thought I was in this state because of the fake attack I told him about my pack that led me homeless.. He pulled his seat beside me, towering over me..“I understand everything.”I still did not give him a glance but in my peripheral vision, I could see his arm… corded arm with tattoos wrapped around them like a second skin due to the short sleeve he was putting on unlike the time where he wore a long sleeve when I first saw him.My thr

Kael’s POVThe reflection of the morning light from the open window interrupted my sleep, its rays smiling against my closed eyelids. I groaned, rolling onto my side as I struggled to blink myself awake. My hand rubbed my tired eyes, while the other instinctively reached out across the bed, fingers trailing over the cool, empty sheets searching for her. A small frown formed between my brows as my hand searched further, moving over every corner I could reach until suddenly, I felt nothing.My eyes snapped open.I turned my head toward the side of the bed where she had laid last night, where her body had been pressed against me, where the scent of her skin had filled in the sheets. I inhaled it deeply and slowly.The way she had looked at me in the eyes while I was inside her, how she bit her lips seductively, how her breath hitched as my hands roamed her bare skin, how she had whispered my name in a voice so soft and sweet, how she had surrendered herself to me entirely.I exhaled sha