The Alpha’s Betrayal: Mated to my Husband Father

VALENTINA

"I'll be back late. Border issues again,” my mate said hurriedly.

He kissed my forehead and left. I watched his car pull away and felt nothing.

When did that happen? When did I stop caring that my mate barely looked at me anymore?

My phone vibrated and Melissa's name showed on the screen.

["Wine and movies tonight? I really need to talk."]

I texted back yes. Melissa had been my best friend since childhood and she was the only person I could talk to about how wrong things felt with my mate lately.

Too bored and lonely. I pulled up to her house. She opened the door before I could knock, but her usual bubbly self wasn't giving the peace it normally does.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, just tired. Come in."

She led inside and we sat on her couch with wine glasses she already prepared.

She picked a romantic comedy but kept pulling on dress, playing with her bracelet. She always did that when she was nervous.

"What's wrong?" I asked, having had enough.

"Nothing. Why?"

"You're doing the bracelet thing."

She stopped and laughed, but it sounded weak. "I need to tell you something. But maybe after the movie?"

My stomach flipped a little, I didn't know why.

"Tell me now."

"It's not important. I just…" She stood up fast and ran in the direction of her restroom

"Bathroom. Be right back."

I sat there feeling worse. Martha was restless, pacing inside my head. Growling about something being very wrong.

Unable to sit still, I follow her. The bathroom door was closed, but I could hear water running and crying sounds.

Melissa was crying. Something is seriously wrong.

"Melissa?" I knocked. "You okay?"

The water stopped. "Fine! Just... girl stuff."

Her voice shook. She was lying.

"Let me in."

"I'll be out in a second."

I heard her moving around. The toilet flushed and when she opened the door, her eyes were red.

"Talk to me," I said. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm just emotional. Let's go watch the…"

But the smell of my husband’s cologne filled my nostrils as if he spends all his time here.

Even our shared bathroom back home doesn't have his scent that much because he is hardly home.

Warning bells began ringing in my head but as usual, I decided I might be overthinking but I still asked playfully.

"Why do you smell like my husband?"

Melissa's face went white. "I don't…"

"You smell like Silas, Melissa."

I swear it, I didn't think much of it when I asked her but her reaction, her reaction gave Melissa away.

And because I have known her my whole life, I knew she was lying to me or worse, what if something is going on between her and Silas.

"You're wrong. Come on, the movie.."

"Melissa." My voice came out angry. "Why do you smell like my mate?"

She wouldn't look into my eyes. She just stared at the floor.

My eyes moved to the bathroom and on the counter was a pregnancy test, half-hidden under a tissue.

I leaped for and grabbed it. Two red lines were displayed on the plastic kit.

Oh goddess!

"Val, wait…"

My hands started shaking. Melissa was pregnant. Melissa who said she wasn't dating anyone. Melissa who smelled like my husband.

"How long?" My voice was steady even when I wasn't feeling anything like that inside.

"It's not…"

"How long have you been sleeping with my husband?!" I screamed.

She didn't answer. She just stood there crying.

"Tell me, Melissa."

"Three years," she whispered.

The floor at that moment felt like it disappeared under me.

Three years, three whole years while I planned pack events and played the perfect Luna.

Three years and I wonder why my mate didn't want me anymore and I told her… I told her everything.

"Please let me explain.."

"Get away from me."

"Val…"

"I said get away!" My eyes flashed gold. Martha was trying to break free. Melissa backed up fast.

I stormed outside. Got in my car and drove home.

My phone kept buzzing. Probably texts from Melissa. I ignored them all.

Silas texted and it showed my car screen.

[“Taking longer than I thought. Don't wait up."]

Don't wait up, my ass. Angry tears began flowing down my face. Why didn't he divorce me?

If he was tired of me, why didn't he just divorce and reject me? Why did he have to cheat on me with Melissa?

How could he do this to me? How could he do this to me after he told her wasn't ready to have any pups?

I opened the pack tracker app. Every wolf had one for safety. I found Silas's name and clicked.

He wasn't at the eastern border like he said. He was at the old cabin. The one nobody used anymore on the edge of our territory.

I drove there without thinking. The cabin sat deep in the woods down a dirt road. When I got close, I saw two cars parked outside.

Silas's truck. And Melissa's car.

I sat there staring. My chest, burning with rage. I couldn't breathe right.

I should have shifted and torn them apart. That's what Martha wanted. But I didn't move.

I took out my phone and snapped pictures of the cars. Then I got out quietly and walked to the window.

Through the gap in the curtains, I could see them. Silas is on the couch with Melissa curled against him. His arms wrapped around her.

They looked comfortable and happy. I felt bitter all over again.

She said something and he laughed. Then he kissed her hair and touched her stomach.

I backed away before I lost control. My phone rang in my hand and it was none other than Silas.

I moved away from the cabin a little and answered.

"Hey baby, just checking in. How's your night?"

His voice was casual as if he wasn't sitting in a cabin with his pregnant mistress and rubbing on her belly while she played with his pants.

"Fine," I replied curtly. "How's the border?"

"Boring. Probably another hour before I can leave."

"Okay."

"Love you."

He hung up and I continued to look at the cabin. At the lights glowing inside and the two cheating bastards.

I took my car and drove to the pack house. I went straight to security, Marcus, Sila's personal escort was the one on duty.

"Luna. What do you need?"

"Gate logs. Last three months."

He pulled them up looking confused. "What am I looking for?"

"Melissa's movements."

His face changed and his body movement became uncomfortable.

"Show me," I ordered.

He turned the screen towards me. Melissa had been leaving every Friday and Saturday night for three years.

At the same time, Silas had "Alpha business." She always came back the next morning to pretend to be such a good friend.

"Did anyone notice this?" I asked.

Marcus wouldn't look at me but maybe guilt made confess. "The Beta knew. He approved everything."

James. James was Silas's best friend.

"Who else?"

"Luna, I can't…"

"Who else knew?” Martha demanded.

"Most of the inner circle," he replied, his voice shaking. "The Gamma. Head warriors. Some elders. We thought... we thought you knew."