Divorced The Cheating Beta, Married The Alpha

SELENEI stand before the mirror, adjusting the elegant silver gown that drapes gracefully over my slender frame. The delicate fabric shimmers under the soft light, mirroring the moon's glow outside my window.Tonight is special, a celebration of love and unity. One year ago, I became Luna, leading my pack with strength and grace. But more importantly, tonight marks the first anniversary of my marriage to Damon, my Beta, and the love of my life.I smile at my reflection, my heart swelling with the secret I carry. I discovered my pregnancy only a week ago and have been waiting for the perfect moment to share the joyous news with Damon. Tonight, at our anniversary dinner, I will tell him. The thought fills me with warmth and anticipation.I leave our room and make my way through the grand hallways of the packhouse. The walls are adorned with photographs of past leaders, a testament to the rich history and tradition that I am now a part of. The air is thick with the scent of pine and ear

RAFEI watch her reaction closely as she takes my hand. Her eyes widen, and a subtle shiver runs through her. Her wolf must have told her the same thing mine did: Mate. The realization is as shocking to her as it was to me. Selene Thorne, the Luna of the Silver Crescent Pack, and I, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, are fated mates. The irony is not lost on me.Her scent is intoxicating, a mix of wildflowers and something uniquely her. It's a scent I've always found appealing, even when we were enemies. But now, it feels like a lifeline, a connection I didn't know I needed.The truth is, I’ve known Selene was my mate for a long time. The moment I first laid eyes on her, the bond was undeniable. But when I heard she had married Damon, I kept my distance. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, to watch her with someone else, to see her suffer under his control. But I respected her choice, hoping she would find happiness even if it wasn’t with me.What puzzled me was how Selene never

SELENERafe's request for a kiss stuns me. I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I try to process his words. He wants a kiss? Of all the things he could ask for, that's what he chooses?Or perhaps is it a joke? Before I can respond, there's a knock at the door. The sales associate steps in, her expression neutral."I got the call Luna," she says and I know it's time for me to leave immediately before my absence is noticed.I nod, the urgency of the situation snapping me back to reality. Rafe stands up, taking it as his cue to leave."I’ll look into everything," he says, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Remember, you owe me a kiss."I look at him, still trying to grasp the simplicity and boldness of his request. "Are you sure that's all you want? A kiss? I could offer you territory or something more substantial.""A kiss is all I want," he says with a serious expression. "So, do we have a deal?" he asks, extending his hand for a handshake.I hesitate, my mind racing. Is this som

RAFEWhen I arrived back at the pack house, I headed straight to my study, my mind churning with the day's events. The sweet scent of Selene still lingered in my head, a tantalizing reminder of our meeting. As I walked through the corridors, the pack members I passed lowered their heads in respect, their gazes avoiding mine. I signaled a maid to inform my Beta, James, to report to my study immediately.My study was a sanctuary of order amidst chaos, its dark wood paneling and heavy bookshelves filled with ancient texts and strategic maps. I barely had time to settle into the leather chair behind my desk when the door creaked open. James stepped in, his head bowed in deference."Welcome back, Alpha," he said, his voice steady but his eyes flickering with curiosity.I nodded, waving for him to take a seat. "James, we have much to discuss. The situation with the Silver Crescent Pack is escalating faster than anticipated. At this rate, I won't need to go to great lengths."James sat down

SELENEI woke up the next morning alone in my bed. In the past, this had been a usual routine. Damon barely slept in our bed, his excuse always being pack business. At the time, I didn't question it, I trusted him. I believed that his dedication to the pack was just as strong as his dedication to me. Sometimes, I would encourage him to work less, to make more time for us, but it always seemed to fall on deaf ears. Now, knowing what I know, I can see things for what they were. He wasn’t too busy with the pack affairs, he simply didn’t want to be with me. His priority had always been the women in his life and taking my pack from me. The realization is like a knife twisting in my heart. Did he ever love me at all, or was I always just a means to an end for him?As I stretched on the bed, I felt a wave of determination wash over me. I grabbed my robe to cover my naked body and decided to confront him. In my previous life, I had always allowed him his space, accepting his excuses and di