The Pillowcase Receipt

Four years ago, at my mating ceremony with Alpha Damien, a witch publicly prophesied: "The powerful Alpha will betray the mate bond."

Damien unleashed a terrifying wave of Alpha dominance on the spot, forcing the witch to her knees.

He gripped my hand tightly and declared before the entire pack that I was his one and only mate.

For three years of our marriage, he was flawless—devoted, attentive, beyond reproach.

Until a year ago, when he was gravely wounded during a border patrol and rescued by a stunningly beautiful rogue Omega named Selene.

Selene fell for Damien at first sight. She even knelt at his feet in front of me, crying: "I don't want anything in return. Just let me stay near you—I'd be your mistress with no title if that's what it takes."

Damien shoved her away without hesitation and coldly ordered her placed at the edge of the territory, never allowing her within arm's reach.

In that moment, I trusted him completely. I believed our mate bond was unbreakable.

Today was our fourth wedding anniversary.

I sat alone in the empty dining room when my phone buzzed with a video from an anonymous number.

The instant I opened it, a woman's obscene moans pierced my ears.

On screen, a voluptuous woman lay naked and face-down on a bed, her pale ass raised high. A powerful man was fucking her from behind with savage abandon.

The man's face wasn't visible, but his thick cock was slamming into her soaking wet pussy, each withdrawal dragging out thick white streaks before plunging back in to the hilt.

His large, veined hands gripped her bouncing ass—and on his left ring finger sat the wedding ring that matched mine and Damien's.

The woman turned toward the camera with a provocative, filthy smile—it was Selene.

She was devastatingly beautiful, matching the man's brutal thrusts while moaning: "Ah… Damien… so deep… wreck me…"

She angled herself toward the camera deliberately, showing exactly how that thick cock slid in and out of her body.

Selene looked back at the lens seductively: "Alpha, who's better in bed—me, or your dignified little Luna? Your cock fucks me so good every time."

Damien's low, ragged breathing filled the audio. He slapped her ass and warned coldly: "Don't get ideas above your station. Elena is my only Luna. You're just a bitch I use to blow off steam."

Selene pouted with a coy whine: "I'll happily be your bitch as long as you keep fucking me." The video ended.

Immediately after, an anonymous text popped up: "You sit in the Luna's seat. I'm in the Alpha's bed. Now we're even."

I stared at the screen, my heart in so much pain it went completely numb. I couldn't even cry.

I sat there like a soulless corpse until deep into the night.

Then I stood up mechanically, opened my laptop, and drafted a formal petition to the Wolf Council requesting dissolution of our Mate Bond mark.

I printed it and laid it flat on the living room table.

In the early hours before dawn, Damien returned from his territory patrol. The moment he walked into the living room, his eyes landed on the petition on the table and the sex video still frozen on my phone screen.

His face went ashen. He lunged forward, snatched my phone, and hurled it against the wall. The screen shattered on impact.

"Elena, that video is fabricated!" he snarled through clenched teeth, eyes blazing with fury. "Selene used deepfake technology to make it! She's insane—she's trying to tear us apart!"

To prove himself, he immediately called Selene right in front of me.

The second the call connected, he roared: "Selene, if you ever pull this kind of disgusting stunt against my Luna again, I will banish you from this pack tomorrow and leave you to die in rogue territory!"

He hung up and came toward me, arms open to hold me.

But I stared at him coldly, my gaze locked on the inside of his shirt collar—where a vivid lipstick stain sat in plain sight.

Damien didn't notice where I was looking. His hand slid onto my waist, his breathing quickened, and he leaned in to kiss me, already visibly hard.

I turned my head to dodge his lips and pressed my palm flat against his chest, pushing him back. "I'm tired."

He froze for a moment. A flash of irritation crossed his eyes, but he quickly replaced it with that tender mask.

He stroked my hair. "Alright, go get some rest. I'll be in the study—there's some pack business I need to handle."

I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, that lipstick stain burned into my mind. I got up and went downstairs for water. Passing the study, I noticed the door was ajar.

I stopped and peered through the gap. Damien sat at his desk, a video call open on his computer screen.

On the other end, Selene was completely naked. She had her legs spread wide with no shame whatsoever, her fingers pumping rapidly in and out of her dripping pussy, slick sounds filling the room.

She moaned at the screen: "Alpha, you scared me so bad yelling at me on the phone… but I want you so much right now. Does that big cock of yours miss me?"

Damien sat there stone-faced, but his fly was already undone, his thick, veined cock standing fully erect.

He watched Selene's obscene display on screen, his voice dropping to a rough growl: "You filthy little slut. Clean yourself up and be waiting at the usual spot tomorrow."

I stood outside the door, frozen to the bone, my stomach lurching violently.

The old witch's prophecy had been right. Damien's heart and body had long since stopped belonging to me.

His devotion had been nothing but a performance.

From that day on, I moved out of the master bedroom permanently and demanded the mate bond be severed.

Every day, I slapped a fresh dissolution petition in front of him. Every day, Damien refused to sign.

He suddenly transformed into the perfect mate—coming home on time every night, always bringing me moonflowers—the kind I'd always loved—and expensive jewelry.