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After My Mate Betrayed Me, I Unleashed Fury Novel Cover

After My Mate Betrayed Me, I Unleashed Fury

The air at Moonstone Territory crackled with anticipation as our convoy arrived. Three months pregnant, I felt a rare sense of peace, one hand resting protectively over my slightly rounded belly as I stepped from the car. My wolf, Victoria, purred contentedly within me, sharing my quiet joy. "Luna Victoria!" Several Silvermoon delegates rushed forward, bowing respectfully. "You're radiant today." I smiled, accepting their compliments with a graceful nod. My aura—stronger since my pregnancy—rippled around me in waves of silver light that even humans might have sensed had they been present. "Where is Alpha Michael?" I asked, scanning the gathering crowd. "Already at the ceremonial grounds, Luna," replied a young warrior, his eyes darting away too quickly. Something cold slithered down my spine. Victoria growled softly in my mind, suddenly alert.
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Chapter 2

The Silvermoon territory welcomed me home with a heavy silence. My convoy had barely crossed our borders when I felt it—the ripple of awareness spreading through the pack bonds. They knew. Word traveled fast in our world, especially news of betrayal.

As my car pulled into the main compound, I saw pack members freeze, then quickly lower their eyes and bare their necks as I passed. My aura, usually a controlled silver glow, now pulsed violently around me, sending waves of raw Alpha power crackling through the air.

"Clear the path," Madison ordered sharply, flanking my right side as we moved toward the main house. No one dared approach. A young Delta dropped the firewood he was carrying and practically flattened himself against a tree to avoid my path.

I maintained my composure until we reached my private chambers. The moment the door closed behind us, my control shattered.

"HE MARKED HER!" My wolf's rage exploded through me, the force of it cracking the stone wall as I slammed my fist into it. "IN PUBLIC!"

Victoria howled within me, a sound of such primal grief that it made the windows rattle. I clutched my stomach protectively, feeling the precious life inside me—Michael's child—as my legs finally gave out.

Madison caught me before I hit the floor, her arms strong and steady.

"Let it out," she whispered fiercely. "No one can see you here."

For one brief moment, I allowed myself to feel it all—the humiliation, the betrayal, the crushing weight of three months of hope destroyed in an instant. Tears burned hot tracks down my face as my body shook with silent sobs.

Then, just as quickly, I forced myself to breathe. In. Out. Control.

"He will pay for this," I said, my voice raw but steady. "They both will."

Madison's eyes gleamed with vengeful promise. "I've been waiting for you to say that."

She disappeared briefly, returning with a sleek laptop. "You need to see this."

The screen flickered to life, showing surveillance footage from various points throughout Blackwood and neutral territories. Dates scrolled at the bottom of each clip—all from months ago, well before my pregnancy.

Michael and Sophia, heads bent close together in his office.

Michael pressing Sophia against a tree during a border patrol, his hands possessively on her hips.

The two of them slipping into a cabin in neutral territory, emerging hours later.

"How long have you been gathering this?" I asked, my voice deadly calm.

Madison's expression was grim. "Since Eleanor first brought that rogue into your home. Something felt wrong. I had our tech team monitor all Blackwood movements in shared territories."

I watched the evidence of months of betrayal unfold before my eyes. My mother-in-law's scheming face appeared in several clips, clearly orchestrating meetings between Michael and Sophia.

"They planned this," I whispered, my hand instinctively protective over my belly. "All of it."

"Yes." Madison didn't soften the blow. "And there's more. The rogue has a history—she's done this before with at least two other Alphas who offered her sanctuary."

Something cold and calculating settled in my chest, replacing the raw pain with deadly purpose. My wolf, Victoria, growled in approval.

"Send word to the Blackwood emissaries," I ordered, rising to my feet. "I want a private council meeting. Tonight."

Madison raised an eyebrow. "What are you planning?"

My smile was all teeth. "Michael values his Alpha status above all else. Let's see how he handles a little public humiliation of his own."

Three hours later, the Blackwood emissaries stood nervously before me in our council chamber. I sat on my ceremonial chair, my father's empty Alpha throne beside me a reminder of the power of my bloodline.

"Your Alpha has broken faith," I stated coldly. "The consequences will be severe."

"Luna Victoria," the lead emissary began, sweat beading on his forehead, "surely we can—"

"I require a public submission ritual," I cut him off. "Alpha Michael will bare his neck to me before the assembled packs at the next full moon gathering. He will acknowledge his disrespect and beg forgiveness."

Gasps echoed through the chamber. What I demanded was almost unheard of—an Alpha publicly submitting to another pack's Luna.

"He will never agree," one brave Beta whispered.

I leaned forward, my eyes flashing silver. "Then Blackwood Pack will starve this winter. Your choice."

The message was delivered. Within the hour, Michael's grudging acceptance came through. He would perform the submission ritual to prevent further economic sanctions.

As night fell, I stood at my window, gazing out at the territory that strengthened my resolve. This was just the first move in a game Michael had no idea I was playing.

My wolf purred darkly within me.

*Let him think this will satisfy us,* Victoria whispered in my mind. *Let him think this ends with his momentary humiliation.*

I placed both hands on my stomach, feeling the small life that deserved better than a father who would betray its mother before it even drew breath.

"This is just the beginning," I promised the night sky. "By the time I'm done, he'll wish all I'd taken was his pride."

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