The Alpha Husband’s Carefully Orchestrated Deception

Chapter 1

For seven years as fated mates, I lived in a world woven from lies.

I'm a wolf pack artist with an Alpha mate who supposedly loved me deeply, and parents who supposedly cherished me. But on our bonding anniversary, I discovered my Alpha was celebrating his cub's sixth birthday with another woman.

What shattered me most was that his mistress was my half-sister Mira, who once nearly let her feral wolf tear me apart on a full moon night out of jealousy over my rare Silver Moon bloodline awakening. My parents claimed she couldn't control her beast and sent her to Moonshade Sanatorium.

Yet now, she'd formed a mate bond with my Alpha and borne him a cub?

As I dug deeper, I uncovered more evidence. I found photos of them with my parents at the Blood Moon Festival. My father had bankrolled the entire charade.

They'd even been adding silver powder and sedative herbs to my food, using my forced hibernations as opportunities for family reunions.

But grief wouldn't break me. I gathered evidence and exposed their crimes before the pack council, revealing the truth to everyone.

As their world collapsed, I turned and walked away, erasing every trace of myself.

......

My Alpha mate, Damon Blackwood, was one of Silver Moon City's most powerful Alphas, commanding the entire Northern Territory's commercial empire. He'd promised to celebrate our seventh bonding anniversary with me, but he lied, telling me he had urgent pack business and couldn't make it.

Then I discovered he had another family on the side, complete with a six-year-old cub.

Today was our seventh anniversary. Just as I tied on my apron to make his favorite venison pie, my phone buzzed.

[Lyra, emergency pack council meeting came up suddenly. Sorry, we'll have to celebrate another day.]

I stared at the screen for a long moment, disappointment spreading through my chest. Still, I made excuses for him—being an Alpha meant this kind of thing. He always said, "The pack's safety doesn't pause for anniversaries."

But the emptiness gnawed at me, so I decided to surprise him.

I made moonberry cake and drove to his office building.

I ran into Damon's Beta assistant.

He looked surprised. "Mrs. Blackwood? What... what are you doing here?"

I smiled, holding up the cake box. "I'm here to see Damon."

"He's... not at the office."

A chill crept up from my stomach. I didn't press him, just turned and left.

Outside the building, I opened the pack tracking system Damon and I shared—he never turned it off, said it was "trust and transparency between mates."

The little blue dot was stopped at—

Moonpeak Summit Restaurant.

The city's most expensive, most romantic scenic restaurant, overlooking the entire pack territory.

I froze. That was exactly where I'd originally made our reservation.

Unease stirred in me. Carrying the cake, I followed the tracking signal.

When the elevator reached the top floor, I could almost hear my own heartbeat and my inner wolf's anxious growl. I carefully peered toward the private room where the signal originated.

Then my world collapsed.

Damon sat by the window, his profile gentle and relaxed as he cut steak for a boy who looked about six years old.

The boy called out in a childish voice: "Alpha Daddy!"

I felt my chest violently tear open, my wolf soul howling inside.

And sitting beside Damon, smiling brilliantly and sweetly, was my sister—whom I hadn't seen in seven years—Mira.

She leaned against Damon's shoulder, fingertips lightly tracing his sleeve, intimate as fated mates. I could even sense the mate bond energy flowing between them—a connection that should have belonged only to him and me.

Why would Mira be with Damon? Wasn't she supposed to be at Moonshade Sanatorium controlling her beast?

Seven years ago, jealous of my rare Silver Moon bloodline awakening, Mira let her wolf completely spiral out of control on a full moon night, lunging at me and nearly tearing out my throat. My parents said, "She's your sister, she's sick, she can't control her beast, it wasn't intentional."

After that explanation, they sent her to the sanatorium for moonlight therapy.

I thought she'd been there this whole time...

Yet here she was, glowing with health, golden hair shining under the crystal lights, eyes sparkling with healthy amber—the mark of perfect wolf integration.

She looked like nothing less than a happy Luna with her Alpha.

She embraced Damon and kissed his face.

Damon kissed her back.

That tender, possessive kiss—just like how he'd kissed me and scent-marked me this morning.

I held my breath, hiding completely behind a pillar, terrified their keen wolf senses would detect me. I frantically suppressed my pheromones, preventing any hint of my anguish from leaking out.

"Are you sure Lyra still hasn't suspected anything?" came Mira's voice.

Damon smiled faintly. "Her? She's ridiculously naive. She believes everything I tell her. Her Silver Moon bloodline may be rare, but she's too weak to know how to use that power."

Mira laughed softly, as if she'd heard a joke. "She still thinks she has a perfect fated mate bond."

Damon traced her hand with his fingers. "That works perfectly for us. I'll find the right moment to officially announce Kael as my heir before the pack council. Then he can rightfully inherit my Alpha position and all my territory."

My breath stopped instantly. My inner wolf roared, wanting to burst out and tear them apart.

Just then, my phone lit up with a mental message from Damon through our mate bond.

"Miss you. Can't wait to finish this meeting."

I struggled not to lunge forward, not to let my inner wolf explode, not to let tears fall. I couldn't let them discover me.

When I turned to leave, my legs felt weak, my wolf soul whimpering inside. By the time I reached the elevator, my hands shook so badly I could barely press the button. But my tears never fell.

Because the pain ran too deep—even crying had become a luxury.

I thought I was a cherished Luna, part of this family.

Turns out I was just... a fool positioned exactly where they wanted me.

A decoration they could replace or erase at will.

It's not that I won't fight back.

It's just that they've never seen what I become when I'm truly pushed into the abyss.

Rare Silver Moon blood flows through my veins—the oldest, most powerful force in the wolf packs.

Since they personally destroyed my world—

I'll make all their worlds collapse together.