Chapter 3

Arthur watched me stand there, frozen.

He placed his fingers on my shoulders, releasing a tiny bit of Alpha aura to comfort me.

"Serena, your wolf is unsettled." He frowned, his eyes dripping with genuine concern. "Are you overworked again? You always carry everything by yourself. You can lean on me, you know."

Mia stood up from the table and carefully walked over, handing me a glass of water.

"Luna, you look so pale," she said, her eyes red like a kicked puppy. "Arthur has been so worried about you lately. I'm worried too. Please take care of yourself."

Looking at their concerned faces, my throat clamped shut. I couldn't speak a single word.

For the next week, Leo fully recovered.

When I visited the nursery, he waved his chubby arms at me and giggled. His tiny hand grabbed my finger. Those innocent brown eyes looked at me with pure trust.

In that second, my frozen heart wavered.

Watching Arthur stay up all night by the crib, feeling his good morning and goodnight kisses on my forehead, a tiny, pathetic shred of hope sparked in me.

Maybe... maybe it really was a medical accident?

Did the clinic screw up the embryos? Did they accidentally mix Mia's egg with Arthur's sample?

And the scent at the hospital... Arthur said it was just an emergency Alpha command to stop her from shifting. That made sense.

If that was true, Arthur didn't know! He loved me. He panicked when I even frowned. He wouldn't do something this vile.

I was just being paranoid because of a DNA test.

Like a drowning woman, I clung to that floating piece of driftwood.

I decided not to confront them yet. I ordered my assistant to gather all our medical files. I prepared to sue the Lycan Medical Center to hell and back. Once I had proof it was the hospital's fault, I would tell Arthur the truth. We could still be a family.

Until Friday afternoon.

I finished my border patrol early and wanted to see Leo.

I opened the front door. The packhouse was dead quiet. The maids had been sent away early.

I took off my muddy boots and walked upstairs.

Suddenly, a thick, sickening scent hit me like a brick.

It was coming from the end of the hall. My master bedroom!

It was the heavy, suffocating scent of a wolf in heat—strong enough to temporarily blind an Alpha's battle senses.

Instantly, the warrior instincts I honed on the battlefield kicked in.

I held my breath, clamped down on my wolf's rage, and completely masked my scent. Like a ghost, I crept down the hall.

The bedroom door wasn't fully closed.

I froze in the doorway, my blood turning to ice. My heart stopped beating.

Arthur was completely drowned in lust and Omega pheromones. He had no idea his Luna was standing right outside.

"Ah... Arthur... not so rough..."

Mia's breathless, shameless moans slithered into my ears like venom, accompanied by the loud slapping of flesh and the creaking of my bed.

"You've been begging for this all week, you little witch."

Arthur's voice was a low, satisfied growl.

My Alpha. In my bed. Pinning down my "good sister."

"I was so scared..." Mia panted, giggling. "When Leo had a fever... I thought Serena would take his blood and figure it out. Thank Goddess she's clueless."

Arthur chuckled, a deep, breathy sound of pure pleasure.

"So what? Even if she saw his blood type, she'd just blame the clinic. She loves me too much. I treat her too well. She'd never suspect me."

He paused, letting out a heavy groan.

"Mia, you two are different. Serena is my fated mate. I love her, she's a badass Luna, she manages the territory and the Elders... but she's too dominant. And she can't give me pups."

"I need an Omega like you. Sweet, submissive, able to breed, and totally surrendered to me in bed. Having you both gives me everything."

"Who do you love more? Hmm?" Mia giggled, kissing him loudly. "Her or me?"

"In this bed, only you..."

Every excuse I made for them, every bit of my self-hypnosis, turned into a brutal slap across my face.

I didn't need to sue the clinic.

There was no medical accident.

From start to finish, this was a calculated scam to drain me dry. He enjoyed my love, exploited my labor, spent my blood money, and comfortably bred his mistress right under my nose.

I used every ounce of my strength and kicked the door open. Crash!

The two bodies on the bed screamed and sprang apart.

Mia shrieked, pulling the sheets up to cover her naked chest, her face completely drained of color.

Arthur's hands were still hovering over Mia's waist. He whipped his head around, his eyes bulging in absolute horror. His perfect, gentle mask shattered into a million pieces.

I looked at the disgusting pair and smirked.

"Is that right? Too bad your sweet dream is over."