《The repeated sins of my mated Alpha》
Kingsley Grey broke his promise on our tenth, Mates Under the Moon anniversary. For a decade, we had celebrated the sacred night together, a tradition deeply rooted in our bond. It was the night the moon had blessed us as fated mates. But this year, he chose to miss it, claiming an urgent meeting with a rival pack demanded his attention.
When he returned, he handed me a gift: a rare Purple Luna crystal, glowing faintly under the light. It was beautiful, a treasure only an Alpha like him could afford. “A token of my apology,” he said, his tone soft, almost tender.
For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to believe in his sincerity. Until the next day, when I noticed something that made my blood run cold. His Omega, Marissa, wore the same crystal—a larger, more radiant one—dangling from her neck. The way she carried herself, smirking as if she knew a secret I didn’t, sent a dagger through my heart.
Days later, I saw them together in the garden near the packhouse. I had gone there to tend to the moonflowers, but their laughter drew me behind the thick hedges. My wolf growled softly in the recesses of my mind, urging me to confront them, but I stayed hidden, listening.
“It suits you, Marissa,” Kingsley said, his fingers brushing the crystal at her throat. “Only someone as strong as you could wear it so gracefully.”
Marissa laughed, a sound that sliced through me like a blade. “I never thought you’d get me something so rare, Alpha. Your mate must be furious if she’s seen mine.”
Kingsley ’s chuckle was low, almost conspiratorial. “She doesn’t have to know.”
Their words shattered something inside me. The Luna crystal—once a symbol of our bond—now felt like a mockery, a veil to hide his deceit. My wolf stirred, her rage mirroring my own. But I said nothing. Not yet.
When Kingsley came to me a few days later, I handed him a small, intricately wrapped box. “Open it on the fifteenth,” I told him, my voice steady. “It’s something special.”
He smiled, his eyes lighting up. “You always know how to surprise me, Christina.”
He didn’t realize that the real surprise was my departure.
1-Symbol of betrayal
Kingsley Grey broke his promise on our tenth, Mates Under the Moon anniversary. For a decade, we had celebrated the sacred night together, a tradition deeply rooted in our bond. It was the night the moon had blessed us as fated mates. But this year, he chose to miss it, claiming an urgent meeting with a rival pack demanded his attention.
When he returned, he handed me a gift: a rare Purple Luna crystal, glowing faintly under the light. It was beautiful, a treasure only an Alpha like him could afford. “A token of my apology,” he said, his tone soft, almost tender.
For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to believe in his sincerity. Until the next day, when I noticed something that made my blood run cold. His Omega, Marissa, wore the same crystal—a larger, more radiant one—dangling from her neck. The way she carried herself, smirking as if she knew a secret I didn’t, sent a dagger through my heart.
Days later, I saw them together in the garden near the packhouse. I had gone there to tend to the moonflowers, but their laughter drew me behind the thick hedges. My wolf growled softly in the recesses of my mind, urging me to confront them, but I stayed hidden, listening.
“It suits you, Marissa,” Kingsley said, his fingers brushing the crystal at her throat. “Only someone as strong as you could wear it so gracefully.”
Marissa laughed, a sound that sliced through me like a blade. “I never thought you’d get me something so rare, Alpha. Your mate must be furious if she’s seen mine.”
Kingsley ’s chuckle was low, almost conspiratorial. “She doesn’t have to know.”
Their words shattered something inside me. The Luna crystal—once a symbol of our bond—now felt like a mockery, a veil to hide his deceit. My wolf stirred, her rage mirroring my own. But I said nothing. Not yet.
When Kingsley came to me a few days later, I handed him a small, intricately wrapped box. “Open it on the fifteenth,” I told him, my voice steady. “It’s something special.”
He smiled, his eyes lighting up. “You always know how to surprise me, Christina.”
He didn’t realize that the real surprise was my departure.
——
When the clerk at the immigration office asked if I wanted to retain my previous citizenship, I shook my head.
“Cancel everything,” I said firmly. “Erase me.”
The clerk hesitated. “You understand this means there’ll be no records of you in your home pack. You’ll be erased from all registries, even your mate bond will—”
“That’s exactly what I want.”
With a nod, they began the process. Fifteen days, and my past would vanish entirely.
A week later, as I wandered through the city’s bustling mall, a massive screen caught my attention. The headline flashed: “Alpha Kingsley Grey Acquires the Rarest Purple Diamond for $600 Million.”
The report detailed how the necklace, once a treasure of the Starfire Pack, was the most coveted in the werewolf world. Kingsley had reportedly said, “My mate has always loved Purple. It’s only fitting that I give her the best.”
Two young women standing nearby gasped in awe.
“Kingsley Grey is incredible,” one of them whispered. “Did you know he once named an entire island after his mate? They’re like a fairy tale!”
“I know! He’s been devoted to her since college. Imagine an Alpha so loyal and romantic.”
Their words stung more than I wanted to admit. They didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know that the mate bond we had once shared had become a cage of lies and betrayal.
It hadn’t always been like this. In college, Kingsley had pursued me relentlessly. I was a scholarship student, an outsider to his world of wealth and power. But he saw something in me, something he claimed he couldn’t live without. For four years, he courted me with the determination of an Alpha chasing his prey.
The night before his final year ended, he showed up at my dorm, drunk and desperate. “Christina,” he slurred, his voice thick with emotion, “you’re my mate. The moon chose us. Don’t push me away anymore.”
His eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, held a raw sincerity that made my wolf stir. That night, I accepted him, and the bond between us solidified under the full moon.
At our mating ceremony, he had proclaimed, “From this day forward, Christina and I are bound by the moon, by love, and by destiny. I will cherish her forever.”
For years, he kept that promise. He treated me as his true mate, showering me with love and devotion. But as the years passed, the cracks in his fidelity began to show, and the Luna crystal became the final fracture.
Until one day, everything unraveled.
A photograph arrived on my phone—a picture of Kingsley , my mate, standing in the forest. The scene was bathed in silver moonlight, but his face wasn’t what caught my attention. His lips were pressed against another woman’s, their bodies close, their connection unmistakable. Her face was obscured by shadows, but I knew one thing with certainty—she wasn’t me.
2-Evidence of an unloyal mate
My stomach churned. It wasn’t just the kiss. It was what it meant. Kingsley was bonded to me, bound by the moon and our shared promise. Infidelity among werewolves wasn’t just betrayal—it was a fracture in our very souls.
Moments later, my phone buzzed in my hand. His name lit up the screen: Kingsley —Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.
“Honey,” he began, his voice warm, dripping with charm that once comforted me but now felt hollow. “I know I’ve been distant lately. I wanted to make it up to you for missing our Mates Under the Moon anniversary. I’ve prepared something special.”
My lips curled into a bitter smile. "That’s thoughtful of you,” I replied evenly, masking the storm in my chest. “It’s perfect, really. I’ve got a surprise for you too.”
He paused, surprised. “Really? That’s amazing! You’ve always been so thoughtful, sweetheart. I don’t deserve you.”
No, you don’t.
The moment the call ended, I tucked the folded Declaration of Relinquishment into an envelope. It was no ordinary letter—it signified my intent to divorce him and renounce my title as Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack. Without a Luna, Kingsley ’s claim to power as Alpha would weaken, his pack’s strength diminishing in the eyes of the council.
I thought of the vow we had made under the full moon, the promises whispered between us on the night our bond was forged. It felt like a lifetime ago. Now, the bond felt like chains, rusted and brittle.
That evening, Kingsley invited me to attend the Unipack Assembly, a prestigious gathering where Alphas and their Lunas strengthened alliances and maintained inter-pack relations. The event, steeped in tradition, was meant to showcase unity. Yet, I knew the truth—our bond had long since fractured.
When I arrived, the grand hall was alive with chatter, the glow of moonlight filtering through the glass ceiling. Kingsley greeted me with a warm smile, his hand outstretched. “Luna,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying over the crowd. He led me into the room as though we were the perfect pair, his grip firm but distant.
As we mingled with the crowd, I noticed a young woman standing off to the side—Marissa, the Omega who had grown increasingly close to Kingsley. Though she kept her distance, her eyes flickered toward him, filled with an emotion that tightened my chest.
Kingsley, ever the charismatic leader, called for the room’s attention. “Tonight, I celebrate the woman who has stood by me through every storm,” he declared. He presented a delicate moonstone necklace, fastening it around my neck. “To my Luna—my eternal partner.”
The crowd erupted in applause, but the weight of the necklace felt suffocating. As the cheers echoed around us, I whispered, “You forgot the tenth anniversary.”
His expression faltered for a brief moment before he masked it with a laugh. “Don’t be silly. Of course, I remember. It’s a decade of us.”
I didn’t reply, the moment stretching uncomfortably as the crowd resumed their chatter.
Later, as we posed for photos, I retrieved an envelope from my bag. “I have something for you, too,” I said softly, handing it to him.
His brow lifted in curiosity. “What’s this?”
“Something special,” I replied, my tone even. “Open it next week.”
He smiled, tucking the envelope into his pocket without a second thought. “You always know how to make things memorable,” he said.
So do you, Kingsley.
As the night wore on, the crowd thinned, and I watched as Marissa slipped from the room, Kingsley’s eyes subtly following her. My chest ached, but I held my head high.
The envelope, a Declaration of Relinquishment, remained unopened in his jacket. By the time he read it, I’d be gone—no longer a pawn in his game of appearances.
Later that evening, as the assembly progressed, I excused myself to the washroom. The hallways of the assembly hall were quieter than the bustling main room, but the whispers of two voices drifted toward me from a side corridor.
“…did you see that necklace Kingsley gave her?” one voice said, giddy with envy. “It’s enchanted moonstone! It must have cost a fortune.”
“I know! It’s stunning. I can’t believe how lucky Luna is to have a mate like him.”
A sharp scoff interrupted them. “Lucky? Please. If only you knew the truth. That necklace is nothing more than a guilt offering.”
I froze, my hand resting on the cool stone of the hallway wall. I peered around the corner to see Marissa standing there, her arms crossed and her lips curled into a sly smirk.
“What do you mean?” one of the women asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
Marissa shrugged, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Let’s just say Kingsley ’s been spending a lot of time in the woods lately. And not with his Luna.”
My emotions bristled, anger and hurt rippling through me.
Marissa’s next words were even more chilling. “It’s only a matter of time before the bond breaks completely. Then the real Luna will take her place.”
The woman gasped, but I didn’t stick around to hear more. My heart raced as I hurried back to the main hall, my body restless, torn between heartbreak and fury.
As the assembly ended, Kingsley offered me his arm, guiding me toward the exit. But my mind was elsewhere, replaying Marissa’s words over and over.
The bond that held us together was fraying—not because of time or distance, but because of Kingsley ’s choices. The Moon Goddess blessed us with this bond, and he had defiled it. Worse, he was forging a new bond, one with a woman who had no right to stand where I once did.
But bonds could not be severed without consequence. The Moon Goddess didn’t forgive betrayal lightly, and neither would I.
As the moonlight bathed the forest around the assembly hall, I glanced at Kingsley , his face a mask of pride and power. He had no idea what was coming. The declaration in his pocket wasn’t just a letter; it was the beginning of his downfall.
The Moon may forgive, but I would not.
3-The scent of deception
Marissa’s voice, smooth yet sharp as a blade, carried through the packhouse corridor.
“Oh, a necklace?” she said with a dismissive laugh. “That’s nothing. My mate bought me an entire set of emerald jewelry at the auction last week. A full set.”
I stopped short at the edge of the hall, keeping out of sight as a surge of unease coursed through me. Her tone wasn’t just smug; it was triumphant. It set off a low, rumbling growl inside me, one I pushed down as I caught sight of her hand, the emerald ring catching the light like a cruel reminder.
The women around her gasped in awe.
“Look at the size of that gem!” one of them whispered. “That must’ve cost an entire fortune!”
Marissa smirked, her fingers idly playing with the massive stone. “Not really,” she said, her voice dripping with casual arrogance. “The whole set was only 900 million.”
The murmurs that followed were sharp and frantic.
“Nine hundred million? That’s outrageous. That’s more than Alpha Kingsley spent on Christina’s necklace!”
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay in the shadows as the anger coiled inside me. The scent of Kingsley clung to Marissa, mingling with her perfume. It was faint, but unmistakable, and it stoked the fire of doubt and betrayal within me.
“Are you okay?” one of the women asked, glancing at me.
I blinked and nodded curtly, swallowing down the bitterness in my mouth. “Fine,” I replied, my voice steady. I took a step back and turned away before anyone could see the storm brewing behind my eyes.
The car ride to dinner with Kingsley was as tense as a wire drawn tight. He smiled warmly, but the mate bond between us was strained, a thread stretched to its limit. The scent that had been so familiar now carried a hint of something foreign, mingled with the crisp cologne I knew so well.
“Ready for our night out?” he asked, his voice bright.
“Of course,” I replied, reasing his expression as I laced my fingers with his. “You did clear your schedule for tonight, right?”
He nodded, but the slight tension in his jaw was noticeable. “For you? Always. This night is for us. We deserve it.”
But the scent was still there, a faint trace that made my chest ache. It felt like a betrayal, yet I bit down on my emotions and kept my smile in place.
Halfway through the drive, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and sighed, the smile slipping off his face as his eyes darkened.
“Christina,” he muttered, his voice suddenly tight. “There’s an urgent issue at the southern border. I have to take care of it myself.”
My heart stilled as his words hit me, a pang of dread sparking in my chest. I forced myself to nod, to sound understanding. “Of course. The pack always comes first.”
He reached for my hand, squeezing it with a sincerity that didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re amazing, you know that? I’ll make this up to you. I promise.”
I didn’t respond, but when he leaned in to kiss my forehead, the faintest trace of perfume—something sweet, something foreign—clung to his skin. The car turned away from the path to the southern border, heading instead toward Moonlit Ridge, and the mate bond between us quivered weakly.
I couldn’t go back to the packhouse. Not yet. The anger churning in my chest demanded action. I shifted under the cover of the dark woods, my fur blending seamlessly with the night as I ran, following his scent like a trail of breadcrumbs. The sharp tang of cologne and that elusive, foreign perfume led me straight to Moonlit Ridge, where the restaurant lights flickered through the trees like stars.
There, I watched from the shadows as Kingsley ’s car pulled up, his face illuminated by the golden glow of the restaurant sign. Moments later, Marissa arrived, her laughter a cruel echo that cut through the quiet of the night. They met with a familiarity that stung, and as Kingsley touched her arm, the anger in me rose like a tempest. The way she leaned in, the way he let her—it was all too much.
I turned away, and went home as the anger inside me threatened to consume me. I needed answers, not just the scent of betrayal.
_ _ _
When Kingsley came home in the early morning, his appearance immediately raised alarms. His usually confident stride was replaced with something hesitant, and the faint scent of rain and forest clung to him. But beneath that was another scent—sweet and musky, unmistakably feminine.
I waited in the dimly lit space in the living room, the soft hum of the fireplace crackling in the silence. My fingers traced the edge of an envelope on the coffee table, my heart heavy.
“Christina,” he said, his voice low, almost startled to see me awake. “What are you doing up?”
I gestured to the chair across from me. “Sit. We need to talk.”
Kingsley hesitated but complied, the weight of my words clearly unsettling him. As he sank into the chair, I slid the envelope across the table toward him.
“What’s this?” he asked, frowning.
“It’s from the pack courier. It was addressed to you but left open. I thought I should take a look.”
His brow furrowed, and he reached for the envelope. Inside was a folded letter and a photograph. He froze the moment he saw the image—a candid shot of him in the woods, his arm wrapped tightly around a woman I didn’t recognize.
“Care to explain?”
I asked, my voice steady despite the fury simmering beneath my skin.
