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After My Beta Cheated, I Reclaimed Honor Novel Cover

After My Beta Cheated, I Reclaimed Honor

The soft glow of candles flickered across the white tablecloth as I checked my watch for the fifth time. Seven forty-five. Ethan was already fifteen minutes late to our anniversary dinner. I smoothed down the front of my navy blue dress—his favorite—and took another sip of water, ignoring the pitying glance from our server as she passed by. I'd spent weeks planning this surprise. The private corner booth at Luciano's, the most upscale restaurant near pack territory, had cost me three weeks of favors to secure. The bottle of aged wolfsbane-infused whiskey—Ethan's preferred indulgence—sat unopened beside a small gift box containing the silver cufflinks I'd had engraved with our initials. While waiting, I couldn't help but pull out a napkin and sketch another flowchart for my new pack communication strategy. The mind-link enhancement system I'd been developing for months was finally coming together, and I was eager to share it with Ethan. My wolf, Luna, paced restlessly inside me.
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Chapter 2

The morning light filtered through the windows of the pack house as I stood before Alpha Marcus, my hands trembling but my resolve firm. Luna, my wolf, had gone eerily quiet since last night's revelation, as if she too was processing the magnitude of Ethan's betrayal.

"I request a formal rejection ceremony," I said, my voice steadier than I expected. "My mate bond with Beta Ethan has been violated beyond repair."

Alpha Marcus's weathered face remained impassive as he studied me. Behind him, the ceremonial wolf statue—a symbol of our pack's strength—cast a long shadow across the wooden floor.

"This is a serious request, Rachel," he finally said, leaning forward in his chair. "Rejection ceremonies are rare for a reason. The pain alone can incapacitate a wolf for weeks."

"I understand the consequences," I replied. "But continuing this false bond is more painful."

Marcus sighed, rubbing his temple. "Ethan came to me last night. He's concerned about your mental state since the...loss."

The casual reference to my miscarriage hit like a physical blow. I dug my nails into my palms to maintain composure.

"With respect, Alpha, my mate has been unfaithful. He's also stolen my work—the communication strategy I've spent months developing."

"Stolen?" Marcus's eyebrows rose. "Ethan presented that strategy as a collaborative effort between himself and Olivia. He mentioned you were too... emotionally fragile to handle the project."

The words stung worse than any physical wound. Not only had Ethan betrayed me in our bed, but he'd systematically undermined me professionally, painting me as unstable to our Alpha.

"I have evidence," I started, reaching for my phone.

"Enough." Marcus's tone wasn't unkind, but it was final. "I cannot authorize a rejection based on suspicions and misunderstandings. Take some time to reflect, Rachel. Grief can distort our perceptions."

I left the Alpha's office with my dignity barely intact, Luna whimpering softly within me. The rejection of my request felt like another betrayal, this time from the pack I'd served loyally for years.

---

The morning air at the training grounds was crisp with early autumn chill. I'd come to confront Ethan one more time, to demand the truth face-to-face without his Beta tone to silence me. What I found instead froze me in my tracks.

Ethan stood in the center of the training circle, his arm wrapped possessively around Olivia's waist. A crowd of pack members surrounded them, faces bright with excitement. Olivia's hand rested on her stomach in a gesture that was unmistakable.

"As your future Luna," she was saying, her voice carrying across the grounds, "I promise to serve this pack with the same dedication I'll bring to raising the next generation of our bloodline."

The cheers that erupted seemed to echo inside my hollow chest. Three years. Three years I'd tried to conceive again after losing our pup. Three years of Ethan's growing coldness, his accusations that my body had failed us.

And now this.

Ethan's eyes met mine across the distance. There wasn't even a flicker of shame—only annoyance at my presence. He whispered something to Olivia, who turned to look at me with a triumphant smile that made my blood run cold.

She broke away from the celebrating crowd and sauntered toward me, her floral perfume—the same scent I'd detected in our bedroom—wafting around her like a toxic cloud.

"Rachel," she greeted, her voice syrupy sweet. "I'm so glad you're here to share our joy."

"How far along are you?" I asked, the words tasting like ash.

"Eight weeks." Her smile widened as she placed her hand on her stomach again. "The pack healer says the pup is strong—takes after its father."

Luna growled within me, sensing the lie. Werewolves couldn't detect pregnancy that early, not even healers.

"How convenient," I said, fighting to keep my voice level. "Especially since Ethan was with me eight weeks ago."

Olivia's smile never faltered. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper meant only for my ears.

"Some wolves are meant to bear strong pups," she hissed. "The Moon Goddess knows best which wombs are worthy."

The deliberate cruelty of her words—targeting the grief I'd carried silently for over a year—stole my breath. Memories of blood-soaked sheets and Ethan's cold indifference flooded back. I'd wept alone while he attended a pack meeting, claiming the pack's needs couldn't wait for my "emotional breakdown."

"You don't know what you're talking about," I managed, though my voice shook.

"Don't I?" Her perfectly manicured fingers brushed my arm in mock sympathy. "Ethan told me everything. How your wolf was too weak to sustain his pup. How he had to pretend to love you afterward out of pity."

Something inside me—something that had been bending for months, years even—finally snapped. As Olivia turned to rejoin the celebration, Luna surged within me, demanding justice, demanding truth.

But the truth was already clear in the pack's adoring faces as they surrounded the couple. I was already forgotten—the failed mate, the broken Luna, soon to be replaced.

As I backed away from the scene, one thought crystallized with perfect clarity: I needed to leave. Not just Ethan, but this pack that had so easily discarded me. Somewhere, somehow, I would find a way to reclaim my dignity—and make them all regret the day they betrayed me.

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