The Omega He Wants, the Luna He’ll Lose
It was right before the Full Moon Gala for our seventh mating anniversary. My fated mate, Alpha Caleb, pinned me against the wall for a deep kiss.
His large hands roamed my body, eyes burning with lust. He almost couldn't resist stripping me naked right then and there.
Blushing, I pushed him away. "We have the Full Moon Gala to attend. How can they start without the Alpha and Luna?"
He let me go reluctantly, wrapping an arm around my waist as we headed to the venue.
Seeing the hickey on my neck, his Beta, Marco, smirked and asked him in the pack's obscure old Lycan tongue.
"Alpha, who's hotter in bed? The Luna or your new Omega assistant?"
Caleb casually handed me a pastry, then carelessly replied in the old Lycan tongue.
"That Omega is so tight she drives me fucking crazy. But keep your mouths shut. If the Luna finds out, she'll leave me. Her temper is fiercer than that Omega's body."
His Beta and Gamma chuckled, promising to keep their Alpha's secret.
I stood right there, while my inner wolf let out a mournful whimper.
Caleb had no idea. To help him run the pack better, I had pored over ancient texts and mastered their secret tongue long ago.
I also knew long ago that he had an Omega mistress.
But I didn't cry or throw a fit. I simply submitted an application to the Hidden Sanctuary of the Supreme Healers' Council in silence.
In three days, I would do exactly what he feared.
I would sever our mate bond completely and leave his territory forever.