Watching my husband shamelessly dance with his lover in public was beyond humiliating. Byron was indirectly declaring that our marriage was over. Before we arrived at the party, he had killed me with his words. “Tonight, I will inform my dad about our divorce. It's a shame I let you carry the Campbell surname for five years. I can’t wait to stop seeing your fat, ugly face." Now, from the second-floor balcony, I watched him hold his lover's waist, locked in a passionate dance like actors in a romantic movie scene. I blinked back my tears with the back of my palm. Beyond the disrespect, Byron was going to fight dirty to take our four-year-old son from me. “You’re useless to him,” Byron had said more times than I could count, “You've got no status in the society. I’m the better parent, and when I take full custody, Valen will have a new mom who will treat him better than you ever could.” My mind raced for a way out. Running away with my son seemed like the only option, but how? I
Raw shock paralyzed me, freezing every muscle as this cruel joke hit me square in the chest. My mate—the one person the universe crafted to love me right—was none other than my husband’s brother. Could I be any more of a walking disaster? My mate's dark, intense eyes traced every inch of me, and I felt completely naked, as though he could see straight into my soul. This bond would be the death of me. Byron already hated me enough to make my life a living hell. Now, adding this bond with his brother would be a nightmare. From the scraps of information I'd overheard about the Campbell brothers, Byron would ruin me. My mate’s gaze burned into me. It was intense and shameless. He watched me like I was the only one in the room, as if every inch of my skin was on display for his inspection. It was maddening how he made me feel exposed yet desired. “What the hell are you doing here, Alexander?” Jacob, my father-in-law, barked, storming across the room toward his son. But before he cou
After stumbling back home, barefoot and drained, I could finally breathe. The five-minute walk felt like a marathon as I clutched my heels. My feet throbbed with every step on the cold pavement, but the relief of escaping that hellhole was worth the discomfort. To my surprise, the nanny had brought my son home earlier than expected, and he was fast asleep in his SpongeBob pajamas. Relief flooded over me as I stood at my son’s room door, watching the rise and fall of his chest. His face looked peaceful, and his dark curls tousled on the pillow. Valen was a smaller version of Byron, except that he had my cornflower blue eyes and the little birthmark on his nose, which was a signature of my side of the family. I stood leaning against the doorframe, wrestling with the bleak reality. Life as a rogue with a child? That was a nightmare waiting to happen. I wanted so much more for Valen than the scraps I had to offer. What kind of mother would I be to ruin his life? I couldn't give hi
Too many strange things had already unfolded that night, and I needed to be sure I’d heard Byron correctly. My gaze locked onto his, searching for any sign of a cruel joke or hidden punishment waiting for me in his room. "Go on," he said, that same cold, calculating smile creeping across his lips. A tight knot formed in my throat, and my mind spun with memories of all his betrayals. I didn’t want to go to his room. I didn’t want him near me. Only a few hours ago, this man stood towering over me, spewing hurtful words, laughing as I desperately begged him to give our marriage one last chance. "Why would I want to be with someone like you?" he had sneered. "You’re ugly, shapeless, and stupid. Your whole family sucks my generosity dry. Even you wouldn’t choose yourself to be Luna." I had sobbed at his feet, and he had pushed me away in disgust. Now, he expected me to join him in his room. Doubt washed over me. There wasn’t an ounce of sincerity in his voice or warmth in his offer.
I felt acute distress as I fiddled with one of my son's LEGOs, watching him play in his toy room. My entire body felt stiff, and a deep soreness settled into my muscles from Byron's maltreatment. This was becoming unbearable, and my mind spiraled into irrational thoughts. My heart craved a break out of this abusive hellhole I called a marriage. I needed to escape from the cycle Byron had trapped me in. I had found my mate. It was supposed to cause a lining of hope for me. My mate would never treat me like Byron did, and something in me believed he would cherish and save me from this misery. But, of course, the universe had played a cruel joke. My mate was Byron's brother. Just my rotten luck. If only Alex had more power than Byron. If only he could crush Byron under his heel and rescue me, take Valen, and give us a new life. But my hope was a mocking fantasy. Apart from Valen, my life was a miserable, twisted mess. There was nothing good or remotely interesting about it. The onl
AlexA rush of tiny footsteps echoed from the stairs, and a little boy appeared at the top, clutching the railing. His eager eyes scanned the room before calling, “Mommy, I'm coming downstairs!”He darted down, and his feet thudded against each step. He was a whirlwind of energy. A toy truck in hand, he tore down the hallway and flung himself into his mother's arms. She scooped him up effortlessly as his giggles filled the air.The sight made my heart stop. Byron and my mate had a child. I must have misheard or blocked it out when my bastard brother mentioned it last night.Seeing the boy, flesh, and blood, knowing that bastard Byron had fucked my mate, was like a punch to the gut. His dark hair and those hazel eyes were the Campbell mark. He’d be tall, no doubt, just like us.Alexis pulled him closer, and her hand gently brushed through his hair. The motherly tenderness radiating from her sent a tightness in my chest. Byron had stolen her from me. The hatred for my brother simmered b
Alex Valen liked me. The innocence in his wide eyes tugged at something in me, and transferring my hatred for Byron onto him felt downright cruel. Despite his young age, the questions he fired at me were sharp and beyond his years, piquing my fascination more with each word. Alexis watched silently until the nanny called for Valen to take a nap."I don't want to sleep. I want to stay with Uncle Alex," he whined, flashing a cheeky smile. “You have the same name as Mommy. Alex and Alexis.”My breath hitched as Alexis leaned forward for her son. Her milky boobs made my boner unbearable. "Come on, honey. You need to go," she mildly scolded her son.Valen glanced my way. His eyes pleaded for rescue and hoped I’d intervene. When I didn’t, his face fell. "Will you come visit us again?" he asked, hope lingering in his voice.I nodded with a soft grin. "Yeah, buddy. You’ll be seeing more of me."Then I saw the slight panic across his mother's face and chuckled. Married or not, she was my m
Alexis The reflection in the wall-length mirror blurred as my thoughts drifted. I pulled off my blouse and unhooked my bra, watching as my breasts spilled free. My nipples hardened in the cool air like buds in the winter frost. Alex filled my mind again. Damn it. I needed to stop.My hands brushed over the faint scar from my C-section, a small line just below my belly button. It had faded and blended into my skin, but the memory still stung."He called me beautiful," I whispered to myself. But no matter how many times I repeated it, I didn’t believe it. Byron’s voice echoed louder in my head, cutting through any compliments. The other day, he sneered at me, calling me out like always. "You're trying so hard to be the perfect wife, but let's be real, you're not even close. Look at yourself. Fat as a pig, playing so far beneath what I deserve. Kiara’s the perfect one. She fits my standards. But I’m stuck with you."I remembered how he’d looked at me, eyes scanning me with disgust, w
Alexis The muffled voices of Byron and his team echoed downstairs. I pressed myself against the cold marble of the pillar, straining to hear every word. Byron’s voice was dripping with venom and grew louder with every sentence.“The fucking bastards is demanding a recount,” Byron growled. “Can you believe the audacity? I will not let him ruin everything I’ve built.”I peeked around the pillar and saw him pacing like a caged beast. His team sat around the table, stiff and uncomfortable, as if trapped by a ticking bomb.One of the men, a thin, nervous-looking guy with glasses, cleared his throat hesitantly. “Alpha Byron, maybe we should—”“Maybe we should WHAT?” Byron exploded, his voice reverberating through the room like thunder. His face turned red, and his hand slammed down on the table so violently that the glasses rattled. “Go ahead, tell me. What brilliant idea do you have that I haven’t already considered?”The man’s hands trembled as he fumbled with a piece of paper. “I was ju
Alex The morning of the election felt heavier than any other day. I woke up before the sun even dared to rise. Deep down, I already knew how this was going to end. Byron was going to win. It was stupid to underestimate him—he had always been two steps ahead, and the rigging machine he had in place would ensure it. Still, this wasn’t about winning anymore. If he did win, it would only give me more evidence to expose him for the fraud that he was.I dragged myself out of bed. After freshening up, I went to the kitchen, poured a cup of strong black coffee, and leaned against the counter, letting the bitterness wake me up. The morning light spilled through the windows but didn’t feel warm or comforting. It felt like a spotlight on the chaos that was my life.When I met with my team, we were busy with last-minute strategies and rehearsals. Everyone buzzed with nervous energy, talking over one another as they finalized plans. I tried to focus, but my mind kept drifting. The truth was, no
Alex The rally was alive with energy as I stepped onto the stage. The party had decided to put me front and center, and I knew the stakes were higher than ever. This wasn’t just about a campaign but about taking down my father’s dynasty and my brother’s shameless ambition. I imagined the smug faces of my father and Byron, both undoubtedly glued to their screens, waiting to see if I’d falter.The crowd roared as I approached the podium. Their cheers vibrated through the air like thunder. I took a deep breath and gripped the edges of the podium to steady myself. The blazing lights and cameras pointed in my direction reminded me that this wasn’t just about the people in front of me. It was live, and every word I said would reach my supporters and enemies.“Thank you all for coming here today. Thank you for believing in a better future. Not just for this pack, but for everyone silenced, ignored, or oppressed under the current leadership.”The crowd quickly quieted to hear what I had to s
Alexis Alpha Orion's dining room looked like a set piece for a tacky reality TV show, all chandeliers and silverware gleaming as if trying to outshine the sun itself, as though wealth could make up for personality, charm, or intelligence. Byron had dragged me here to attend another one of his ridiculous charades, rubbing elbows with people who thought their gold-plated opinions were worth more than anything else.I kept my smile tightly in place, but my mind was already plotting ways to escape without bursting into flames from secondhand embarrassment. I'd lose it if I had to pretend to care about these ridiculous people for one more minute.And then there were the wives. Oh, the wives. Drenched in designer gowns that seemed to weigh them down. Every gesture they made was an attempt to remind the room how much money they spent on themselves. Layla, the Blood Moon pack's Luna, sashayed to me. The heavy, suffocating cloud of her perfume hit me before she did, a mix of too many layers
Alex The meeting room buzzed with scattered conversations when I entered. My allies, or at least most of them, sat around a large oak table, shuffling papers, tapping pens, or scrolling through their devices. It wasn’t the camaraderie I had hoped for, but at least some of them were on my side. That was more than I could say about the two men seated at the far end, whispering to each other like nosy old grannies.One of them, a Beta with slicked-back hair and a smirk that made me want to punch his face, leaned back in his chair. "So, Alex, explain this again. If you're such a saint, why did you jump from your family’s party to this one? It doesn’t look good, you know."Of course, it had to come to this—the petty gossip and veiled accusations. These men were supposed to be strategists and leaders. Instead, they were acting like bored housewives looking for drama.“I didn’t ‘jump ship,’” I replied, keeping my tone despite my patience thinning. “I left because I wasn’t going to sit ther
AlexisMy stomach growled loudly, the sound so fierce it could have been mistaken for a bear in the room. I froze for a second, hoping Alex hadn’t noticed, but I knew I was doomed when he looked up with a sly grin.“Is that you, or did a motorcycle just drive through here?” Alex asked. The mock seriousness in his tone made me laugh despite myself.I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “I haven’t eaten all day, okay?”He leaned forward, and his smirk grew wider. “Well, we can’t let you starve, can we? That would be tragic.”“We can’t go out. Byron has eyes everywhere. Coming here was a risk.”Alex's dark eyes gleamed with mischief. “Why not? It’s not like we’re headed to a five-star hotel. You’re hungry. I’m here. Let’s not overthink it.”Reluctantly, I agreed. Hunger always won. We ended up at an Italian rustic restaurant tucked into a quiet street corner. The faded letters of the wooden sign above the door read Trattoria Bella.Inside, fresh basil, garlic, and warm bread filled the a
Alexis The days leading up to the election were a whirlwind of endless meetings and formalities, all of which I hated. As Luna-in-waiting, I was expected to attend strategy discussions and campaign events and meet with influential pack members to gather support for Byron. But every time I entered one of those rooms, I felt like a glorified puppet. The stares, the fake smiles, and the murmured whispers always lingered just a beat too long, making it clear that I didn’t belong in their sick world.At one of the meetings, Meredith was her usual self, throwing passive-aggressive remarks my way. But the high priestess stole the spotlight. She sat across the table, calm and unmoving, like an immovable force that had no interest in bowing to their power.“I’ll repeat it,” the high priestess said, her voice ringing like a bell. “Byron is not meant to be Alpha. The moon goddess herself disapproves of this farce.”Meredith’s face twisted with indignation. “Who do you think you are?” she hisse
Alexis I stood at the kitchen counter, stirring a bowl of mashed potatoes with extra vigor. Every so often, I shot a glance out the kitchen door where the bodyguard was stationed like a statue. I gripped the spoon tightly and wished he would disappear. My annoyance bubbled over, and I let out a sigh.Mckenzie strode into the kitchen and leaned against the counter with a smirk. "So, what's the deal with the guy in the shadows?" she asked, nodding toward the doorway where the bodyguard stood just out of sight.She arched her brow with a sly grin, and I let out a small, amused chuckle. "Oh, McKenzie, you always have a talent for picking out the wrong guy," I said. "You know he's here to watch me, right? It’s not like I chose him. Such bad taste in men. He's driving me insane, following me around like I’m about to run off at any second."Mckenzie leaned in closer. "So, do you want me to distract him?" she asked with a mischievous smile.I turned and gave her a skeptical look. "Distract h
Alexis Alone in the kitchen, my thoughts burned with anger. Oh, what I felt for Byron was beyond loathing—it was a blistering hatred that made my skin prickle and my pulse thunder in my ears. The mere thought of him made my stomach churn, but his words stuck in my mind like shards of glass. How much did he really know? Was he fishing for truths, or had he pieced together everything? My hands trembled as I reached for my phone, panic gnawing at me. I quickly typed a message to Alex, filling him in on Byron’s sudden obsession with Gianna and my growing fear that he knew about us.Every few seconds, my eyes darted to the doorway, half-expecting Byron to appear and pounce on me. When Alex’s reply buzzed—"I'm coming right away"—I felt a wave of relief crash over me. For a fleeting moment, I thought about letting him handle it all, dismantling this house of horrors once and for all. But reality hit me. If Alex came now, it wouldn’t fix anything; it would only fuel Byron’s suspicions.