Mending A Broken Alpha

Freya’s POV:

"Congratulations, Luna. You're carrying twins." Doctor Helen's words echoed in my head, as I sat at the head of the dining table, my fingers drumming anxiously on the mahogany surface, staring at the array of dishes I'd prepared, all covered under plastic wrap to keep them warm. 

But the warmth was fading, just like my hope, as the clock ticked past the time Mason had promised to be home. 

Letting out a sigh, I suddenly recalled the joy of learning from the doctor that I was pregnant two months ago, a miracle I had prayed for after three difficult years of marriage to Mason, the Alpha of Bloodhall Pack, years marked by the relentless pressure from the elders for an heir. 

So learning about the twins yesterday made me overwhelmed with happiness, already imagining Mason’s excitement and the relief of finally giving him an heir yet I struggled to tell him because for months, Mason had been emotionally and physically distant, leaving our bond weakened. 

I kept reassuring myself that it was just stress, remembering how young and hopeful I had been when I married him at nineteen, an orphan with no pack lineage, chosen by the strong and charismatic Alpha I loved. 

But my best friend, Selene, urged me to stop waiting and take initiative, reminding me of my place as Luna and assuring me that good news like this could bring us closer. Though I hesitated, I found courage after learning that I was having twins yesterday, especially when I remembered how Mason once defended me against the elders’ demands for an heir. 

Believing the twins would finally heal our fractured marriage and make us a true family, I called Mason and asked him to come home early that evening to hear my life-changing news, and he agreed so I prepared a romantic dinner for Mason then I dismissed the staff, including the housekeeper. 

By seven o’clock, everything was ready, but Mason didn’t arrive. By eight, the food still sat untouched and I tried to remain patient, telling myself he was busy with pack matters, but as the minutes dragged on, doubt and worry slowly crept in, and I began to fear that something might be wrong.

So, I picked up my phone, dialing his number with shaky fingers and it was unreachable. Letting out a sigh, I set the phone down, but it buzzed and Selene's name flashed on the screen. I answered quickly, and before I could lament, she asked. 

“Hey, girl! So, how did it go?” I sighed, leaning back in the chair. "I haven't told him because he is still not home yet. It's been over an hour past seven, and he's not picking up my calls."

There was a pause on her end, then she suggested. 

“I think you should get in your car, drive to the office, and tell him there. Who knows if he'll even come home tonight? Remember last month when he crashed there for three days straight? You deserve to share this joy now, not whenever he decides to grace you with his presence."

I bit my lip, glancing at the food. "I don't know... It feels intrusive. What if he's in a meeting?"

"Intrusive? You're his wife, Freya! His Luna! March in there and claim your moment. Trust me, once he hears about those twins, all the distance will vanish."

Her words ignited a spark in me, and I realized that she was right and I couldn't let this chance slip away. "Okay. Okay, I'll go. Thanks, Selene. You're the best."

"Anytime, sweetie. Call me after and spill all the details!” Nodding, I hung up, grabbed my keys, and hurried out to the driveway, the cold night air nipping at my skin through my light dress. 

The drive to the Pack's corporate headquarters felt endless, my mind racing with visions of how Mason's eyes would widen in shock, then softening with joy as he pulled me into his arms.

On arrival, I saw that the parking lot was nearly empty, with only a few cars scattered under the streetlights, including Mason's black SUV. 

‘See? He's just working late.’ I reassured myself, parked and made my way inside, the security guard bowing respectfully. 

Smiling in response, I stepped inside, and took the elevator up to the top floor. There, I approached his door, and without bothering to knock, I turned the handle and pushed the door open, my mouth already forming the words. 

"Mason, I…” The scene before me froze the air in my lungs. There, on his massive oak desk cluttered with papers and a glowing laptop, was Selene, my best friend, bent over, her skirt hiked up around her waist, moaning softly. 

And behind her, thrusting with a fervor I'd forgotten he possessed, was Mason, who had his pants around his ankles, as his hands gripped her hips.  They were both facing the door and their eyes locking onto mine in a split second of horror, or was it triumph in Selene's gaze?

Stumbling back, my handbag slipped from my fingers, thudding to the floor. "What... what the hell is this?" I choked out, my voice a strangled whisper that echoed in the suddenly silent room.

Mason pulled back abruptly, his face paling as he scrambled to adjust his clothes. "Freya?”

My heart shattered into a million pieces right there in Mason's office doorway, and although the undeniable evidence of my husband's infidelity was happening right in front of me, I still found it hard to believe that Mason, the man I'd pledged my life to, was cheating on me with my best friend, the one person I'd trusted almost as much as him. 

And worse, Selene had called me here deliberately, urging me to come to the office under the guise of concern, just so I could witness this horror firsthand.