ALPHA's BETRAYED LUNA

The pack house was bustling with activities of preparation to welcome Alor's heir with Morticia. The air was filled with celebration and happiness, but I couldn't share in the pack's enthusiasm.

Morticia always had ways of reminding me of my inability to give the Alpha an heir as she paraded her belly bump all through the pack house with her maid Tamora.

Seeing her always made me regret my irrational decision to allow my Mate to be intimate with another woman just to give him an heir. It was the most stupid decision I had ever made under pressure at that time.

The constant humiliation and criticism from the pack members stung and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking on eggshells in my own home.

Morticia was my maid, while pondering on how to give Alor an heir, I came up with the idea of him and Morticia together so he could have a successor.

Alor and I have been mated for Ten years with no pup. I was so caught up in my emotions that I orchestrated the whole idea of Alor sleeping with Morticia which led to her pregnancy. The constant reminder of my decision made my breath seize.

Morticia no longer regarded me as Luna, and Alor paid no attention to me as he diverted all his attention towards Morticia. I felt like the third party between them when I was Alor's true mate. The idea of seeing him together with Morticia made my stomach churn.

While these thoughts filled my head, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes but I refused to let them fall.

The moment Lyra sees me outside the pack house lost in thoughts, she strides toward me.

"Not again, Zarane, don't kill yourself by overthinking, please," she said calmly as she sat beside me and softly gripped my shoulders.

I tried controlling the tears, but the pain I felt wouldn't let me. I looked her in the eyes, "I can't help but blame myself Lyra, everything that is happening now is all my fault. I can't subdue my emotions. Can I?" I wailed so hard as Lyra leaned my head on her shoulder.

She patted my head as she tried calming me down, but deep down I knew she had something to say to me from the way she suddenly became quiet.

I was hesitant to ask, but curiosity was getting the best of me. "What's on your mind, Lyra?" I asked as I stared into her eyes waiting for her response.

Lyra rolls her eyes and scoffs, "I hate to say this to you, but I warned you, Zarane, I told you the idea of Alor being intimate with another wolf other than his mate was a bad idea." He is my brother, but I can't seem to understand him most of the time.

My stomach churned at her words, "Please Lyra, don't do that." I pleaded with my cracky voice as I sat up.

She looked at me pitifully and continued. "I'm sorry Zarane, but try locking in your emotions." Everyone can tell how disturbed you are by the unwavering look of disapproval you have on.

"You have to act like all Morticia's shenanigans don't bother you," Lyra said as her smile grew wide.

"Thanks, Lyra." Her words were not so consoling, but they lifted my spirit.

Quietly shutting the door, I leaned against it observing my room and imagining Alor here with me. An unfeasible imagination that I shoved immediately.

I needed a distraction, something to take my mind off the constant reminder from Morticia. I opened the drawer, my gaze landed on the worn photo album of me and Alor lying open.

Without thinking, I began flipping through the album, reminiscing the moments we spent together. Each page reminded me of failing at my duties as his mate by not giving him an heir

I angrily slammed the album against the wall and groaned covering my face with both hands.

Someone cleared their throat and I froze, I spun the chair around to see who it was, and to my surprise, Alor was leaning against the door. His hands crossed over his chest as he stood there glaring at me.

"What... what do you want?" I stuttered as my heart raced with so much intensity. Seeing him that way only made me think of one thing. "What has Morticia told him this time around?"

He furrowed his brows at me unsure of what I meant. He rolled his eyes and spoke quickly. "We need to talk, Zarane."

I swallowed hard as I wondered what he wanted us to talk about. I didn't see any need for us to talk or be together. He stopped caring for me the moment Morticia became pregnant, seeing him only raised the anger inside me. I thought to myself.

"Talk about what? There's nothing for us to talk about, Alor. You've made your points clear for months now, and I respect your decision." I clarified.

I stood up to grab the album I had slammed against the wall, and immediately Alor grabbed me and pinned me against the wall.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that, Zarane" He spoke with so much domination, his eyes roamed over me and I could see the lust in his gaze.

He fixed his gaze on me until my eyes locked into his dark orbs. "Zarane, you still have my markings on you, you are mine." he spoke, his tone low and husky.

Unable to speak as I gazed at him, the lustful look on his face sold him out immediately. I tried freeing myself from his grip, but Lora wanted him. She has always yearned for the touch of her mate.

"I want him," Lora paces in my head. She wanted him as much as I did.

Without further ado, he closed the distance between us, his lips crashing onto mine with urgency. His kiss was demanding, and I responded with equal intensity. His hands roamed over my body tracing every curve on me.

He lifted me effortlessly and pinned me to the bed, he clenched my clothes and ripped them off leaving me with just panties on. He gripped my hands above my head, as he rubbed wet kisses all over my body which made my Lora more eager to be satisfied.

His touch was both gentle and possessive, his lips tracing a path down my neck which made me whimper.

He lifted my hands above my head and gripped it firmly.

"You've been very disrespectful, Zarane, and what happens to disrespectful mates?" Alor asked, ripping my panties off.

"They get whipped," I whispered as my heart raced with so much intensity.

He slowly kissed my forehead and stared intensely into my eyes. "I don't handle disrespect well, Zarane, you have to pay for disrespecting me."

I purred lightly and before I could respond, he went in with a powerful thrust which made me scream and immediately he swallowed it in his mouth as he patted my head.

The anger in me melted, replaced by a raw, intense need for him.

He clenched his teeth and whispered into my ears. "Sorry my love, I'm just as excited as you are."

He moved slowly, gently and the pain turned into a burning pleasure. I held him tighter, urging him to go harder and he happily obliged.

He lifted my legs as he thrust harder which made me moan out loudly as I reached my peak which triggered Alor. He growled and went in harder and stronger until he released. He stayed still for a while before pulling out.

I didn't want this moment to be over, but we had both reached our peak.

Afterward, we laid tangles in the sheets as he snuggled me in his arms, and we slept locked in.

I woke to find Alor sitting at the edge of the bed. His aura scared me as I didn't know what he was about to say.

"Zarane," he called out, his voice devoid of the warmth of the night.

He turned towards me, his eyes hardened as he buttoned up his shirt. "Morticia's EDD is approaching, I'll suggest you don't do anything stupid."

"What we had last night was as a result of the mate bond."

I felt a wave of apprehension wash over me, and I shivered. He stood up grabbing his wristwatch on the floor, his cold and harsh voice continued. "I'll see you around," he walked out, slamming the door at me.

Lora growled at his words, and I couldn't control the tears running down my cheeks, I had caused all these for myself. The only person he worries about is Morticia.

How worse can this get for me?