Alpha of Her Own

## Chapter 1

I was the Luna every she-wolf envied—until the Alpha I trusted shattered my world with another woman’s scent on his skin.

Betrayal burned me alive, but beneath the ashes, my wolf stirred, hungry for freedom—and vengeance.

Now I must choose: crawl back to the mate who destroyed me, or rise as the Alpha no one saw coming.

……

My husband’s scent reeked of another woman.

It hit me the second he stepped through the door of our mansion—the same musk of cedarwood I once adored, now laced with a perfume that wasn’t mine. My wolf snarled beneath my skin, fur bristling, claws begging to rip.

I froze on the staircase, my breath caught in my throat. Adrian, Alpha of the Blackridge Pack, the man who vowed me forever under the moon, smiled up at me with that lethal charm that made the world believe he was flawless.

But I wasn’t fooled anymore.

Hours earlier, I’d received a message—taunting, cruel. A she-wolf’s laugh echoed in my head as I read the words: “He marked me last night. And I’m carrying his pup.”

Jennifer Nelson. His new Beta’s daughter. My supposed subordinate.

The phone almost shattered in my hand, and yet, I hadn’t confronted him. Not yet. I needed proof.

And fate handed it to me cruelly.

When I sneaked into his study, his laptop glowed with a video left on repeat. My heart died as I watched—on the rooftop of our own pack house, Adrian pinned Jennifer against the wall, his mouth devouring hers, his hands tearing at her clothes.

Her moans—high, desperate, triumphant—echoed louder than the pounding in my ears.

She wore my dress. The white silk gown Adrian once bought me after our mating ceremony.

And the way he looked at her—hungry, feral, worshipful—that used to be mine.

A growl tore from my throat before I slammed the laptop shut. My claws nearly burst through my skin.

I staggered backward, the walls spinning, bile rising in my throat. The entire Pack knew. I heard whispers in the corridors—warriors laughing behind hands, Omegas pitying me. I was the last to know.

The Luna. The wife. The fool.

By the time Adrian returned home that night, I was drowning in a bottle of blood-red wine, mascara streaking my face.

“Clara,” he said gently, as if nothing was wrong, as if he hadn’t just fucked another woman beneath the same moon we vowed to. He crouched in front of me, tilting my chin with fingers that had touched her. “You’re drunk. That’s not like you.”

I wanted to tear his throat out.

Instead, I slipped off the silver ring he had given me, the one engraved with A&C forever, and hurled it onto the table between us.

His mask cracked. Just for a second, panic flickered in his golden eyes before he smoothed it away, his voice low and soothing, like honey over poison.

“This is nothing,” he whispered. “I’ll take you to Paris tomorrow. Diamonds, gowns—anything you want. You’ll forget her.”

Her.

Not a mistake. Not an accident. Not even denied.

My lips curled into a bitter smile as tears burned hot trails down my cheeks.

That night, I lay awake while his phone buzzed in the shower. Jennifer’s voice purred through the speaker, “Next time on the roof, Alpha. I’m already yours.”

My wolf clawed at my insides, howling in rage.

By dawn, I knew what I had to do.

I wouldn’t beg. I wouldn’t fight for scraps of his affection.

I would burn the mate-bond alive.

And the Alpha who thought he owned me would soon learn what happens when a Luna breaks free.