Alpha's Betrayal, Luna's Vengeance

During my maternity leave, I found myself scrolling through the pack’s online forum to pass the time. That’s when I stumbled upon a post that was rapidly climbing in popularity.

The headline read, "I Don’t Envy His Mate Because He Reserves All His Love for Me."

Curious, I clicked on it. The profile picture was a butterfly—the same butterfly that matched the tattoo on my mate’s arm.

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Exhaustion from childbirth clung to me like a heavy fog, and the gnawing pain in my back felt like it could snap at any moment. In an attempt to distract myself, I aimlessly scrolled through the pack’s online forum and stumbled upon a post buzzing with activity.

The profile picture was a butterfly, identical to the tattoo on Edison’s arm.

Intrigued, I opened the post, and each word radiated the brazen audacity of an Omega trying to claim what wasn’t hers.

"My mate’s Luna just had his child, and she’s home recovering. I casually mentioned wanting to visit Venice, and he booked a flight immediately. After a candlelit dinner, we checked into a top-notch hotel. When his Luna called, worried because their son had suddenly spiked a fever, he brushed off her concerns and hung up to continue our evening. In matters of love, the one left unloved is the real outsider."

The comment section was engulfed in outrage.

"Have we reached a point where Omegas shamelessly boast about their affairs? Unbelievable."

"His Luna just went through the ordeal of childbirth, and he doesn’t even care about his sick child. And you’re proud of this? Absolutely revolting."

I dove into her account, browsing through previous posts, and found the earliest entry from two years ago, boasting thousands of likes.

"The Alpha I’m smitten with declared his love for me in a five-star hotel suite. He says I’m so magnetic that he can’t escape his longing, and only with me does he feel the spark of passion. His Luna, he claims, is mundane and completely uninteresting, and he’s long since grown tired of her. My friend told me not to get too involved, but I think she’s just envious of what I have. I don’t mind that he’s mated; he’s merely caught in the expectations of the pack. He took a Luna from a prestigious family out of obligation. He spoils me with luxury gifts and jewelry, bought with her money, giving me the life of a socialite. Isn’t this love?"

The comment section erupted.

"Spending his Luna’s money on an Omega—this Alpha’s no prize either."

"A friend who gives solid advice but is dismissed as jealous—she deserves sympathy for dealing with someone so shameless."

Among the flood of criticism, there were also some unsavory remarks from a few individuals.

"How captivating? Share a picture so we can judge for ourselves."

"To captivate an Alpha so completely, you must have some special skills. Care to share?"

Doubt began to emerge as well.

"The blogger is probably making this all up. Just trying to grab attention and followers."

"Maybe she’s so thirsty for fame that she’s using scandalous stories to stir interest. Doesn’t she realize people can see through this?"

Despite the skepticism, the post continued to gain traction.

In an attempt to prove her claims, the blogger posted an intimate photo with the Alpha.

The moment I saw it, my heart plummeted. It was Edison, unmistakably him, his arm around the Omega, her smug smile plastered across her face. The butterfly tattoo on his arm glared back at me, a cruel reminder of the life we were supposed to share.

My wolf stirred within me, a low growl of betrayal echoing in my mind. *He’s a fool,* she whispered, her voice laced with pain. *He’ll regret this.*

But as I stared at the photo, the weight of his betrayal pressed down on me. I was his Luna, the mother of his child, and yet he had chosen to humiliate me in front of the entire pack.

The comments continued to flood in, some expressing sympathy, others outright disgust. But all I could see was the undeniable truth: Edison had made his choice, and it wasn’t me.

I closed the forum, my hands trembling. The pain in my back was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. I had always known the pack hierarchy was strict, but I never imagined it would be used as a weapon against me.

As I sat there, clutching my phone, I realized one thing: I couldn’t let this define me. I was a Gamma, a leader in the pack’s design division, and I had a son who needed me. No matter what Edison had done, I would rise above it.

But for now, the weight of his betrayal was too much to bear. I curled up in bed, my wolf’s presence a small comfort in the storm of my emotions. The bond between us still burned, a reminder of what we had once shared. But as the tears streamed down my face, I knew one thing for certain: Edison had broken something that could never be repaired.