His Defiant Luna: The Lycan King's Contract Bride

Alexa POV

I sprinted through the sliding glass doors of the JFK Private Aviation Terminal. My heart slammed against my ribs, still reeling from the stranger’s sharp, electric touch. I kept my eyes forward, weaving through the crowd with one thought only: escape. But primal instinct forced me to glance back.

He was still there.

The towering Lycan stood among the crowd, his dark, deadly eyes locked firmly on me.

Dread washed over me. I raised my hand and waved for a taxi, sliding into the worn leather backseat and slammed the door shut.

“Manhattan. Now,” I gasped.

The cab merged into traffic. I slumped against the seat and pulled out my phone and replayed the dashcam footage in silence.

Floyd's hand was on Charlotte's hip. Charlotte's smile. The way they moved together, as if they had already done it a hundred times before.

I realized clearly: their affair had lasted months, maybe longer. Every late night and solo Floyd's business trip suddenly made sick sense.

I did not cry. The hidden True Alpha blood in my veins turned every hurt cold and hard. By the time the cab reached the Alexander Pack Manor’s gates, I had settled my resolve. I would not beg or break. I would give them what they wanted, then leave for good.

I paid the fare and walked up to the manor doors. Inside, the scent of lilies and floor wax greeted me, mixed with bright laughter from the living room. They were celebrating.

I walked toward the noise and paused in the arched doorway.

Uncle Barret read his newspaper calmly in his armchair. Aunt Kenda sipped tea. Floyd and Charlotte lounged comfortably on the sofa, acting as if they belonged while I was the intruder.

Floyd’s face paled the second he saw me, his hands shaking as he set down his drink. Charlotte instantly put on her warm, fake smile and hurried over.

“Alexa! We were so worried about you with this bad weather!”

I sidestepped her. She stumbled, and her innocent mask slipped for a split second before she recovered. “Alexa? What’s wrong?”

Barret slammed his newspaper onto the coffee table with a sharp crack.

“How dare you disrespect your sister like this?” he barked.

I didn't answer.

Instead, I pulled out my phone and AirDropped the dashcam footage to the living room TV.The screen flickered to life.

Charlotte's voice filled the room.

"Tell me I'm better than her."

Floyd didn't hesitate.

"You are. God... you are."

Their intimate voices echoed through the silent living room.A sharp gasp escaped Kenda. Her teacup slipped from her trembling hands and shattered across the rug, tea splashing over the expensive carpet.

For a long second, no one moved.The color drained from Floyd's face.

"Alexa, wait!" His voice cracked. "Please, let me explain!"

Charlotte reacted just as quickly. Panic flashed across her face as she looked toward Barret. Then she collapsed onto her knees, burying her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook violently as perfectly timed sobs poured out of her.

I remained where I was, my arms folded across my chest.

To my own surprise, I felt almost unnaturally calm.

I'd expected the lies.The excuses.The desperate performance.What I hadn't expected was to feel nothing at all.

My eyes shifted to Barret.The head of the family.My uncle.The man who had stood beside my father's hospital bed and promised he would always protect me.

I waited for him to keep that promise.

To throw the two traitors out of this house.

Barret's face shifted from disbelief... to shock... to seething fury.

His glare locked onto Floyd, burning with unmistakable rage.For one brief moment, hope flickered inside me.Then something changed.

The fury in his eyes cooled into calculation.

Slowly, deliberately, his gaze left Floyd and settled on me.

The hope inside me died.

Barret slowly raised one thick finger and pointed it straight at me.

"How do you handle household chores like this?" Barret shouted, spittle flying over the coffee table, "By exposing our family's flaws on a TV screen like a reality show? You have no manners, no shame! No respect! You dare bring this trash into my house!"

In that moment, I finally understood. He did not care about my betrayal or my pain. He only cared about scandal, stock prices, and the Kensington alliance. He had never cared about me.

Kenda eagerly protects his daughter, glaring sharply at me. “This is your fault, Alexa! Your coldness and obsession with work pushed Floyd away. You treated him like an employee, not a fiancé. You drove him to her.”

Their shameless audacity left me speechless.

Buoyed by the family’s support, Floyd straightened up and shifted all blame to me. “Kenda is right,” Floyd said, his voice becoming more confident, “Alexa, you’ve never been emotionally invested. I tried. God knows I tried. But you’re like a wall. I need real connection. Charlotte gave it to me. She understands me.”

Charlotte peeked through her fingers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Sister, I didn't intentionally fall for him. It just happened. Please forgive me."

Barret cleared his throat and smoothed the front of his shirt. He looked at Floyd, then at Charlotte, and then turned to look at me.

“To avoid public scandal,” Barrett coldly announced, “the engagement will proceed as planned.”

I let out a dark, humorless laugh. The sound scraped my throat. "You expect me to marry him again?"

Barret looked at me as if I were an idiot. "No. The engagement will be transferred to Charlotte. She and Floyd are clearly a better match. The board needs a family union. The stock price can't afford a scandal."

Kenda nodded in agreement, stroking Charlotte's hair. "Alexa, you need to make concessions for your sister's happiness. Think about the company. Think about the family."

Floyd walked over to Charlotte, taking her hand. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a hint of pity.

"Alexa, I'm sorry things turned out this way. But you and I were never meant to be. You'll eventually find someone. "

I looked at the four of them—uncle, aunt, sister, fiancé—united to rewrite the truth and paint me as the villain. Years of trying to prove myself, of swallowing my pride for this family, shattered completely. All my lingering affection vanished.

I felt a cold, hollow resolve settle over me. No tears, no anger. I simply nodded slowly.

A faint, icy smile touched my lips, never reaching my eyes. “Okay,” I said softly.

The room fell completely silent. “Okay?” Charlotte repeated, confused and tense.

I turned and walked out, leaving them frozen in their petty victory. No one called after me. To them, I was already gone.

I stopped outside my father’s old study, the former True Alpha’s sanctum. He had taught me honor and leadership, and he had believed in me. I was now without family, fiancé, or pack—effectively a rogue in this house.

Yet the cold in my blood did not weaken me. It ignited into unshakable fire. I would never beg for a place that never wanted me. I would build my own future.

I turned toward the stairs. It was time to pack and leave. They had chosen their side. Now I would choose mine.