His Unwanted Mate, The Secret White Wolf

Name: His Unwanted Mate, The Secret White Wolf
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My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others. He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna of the Blackstone Pack, but I was becoming a ghost in my own life. The final betrayal happened in my own bedroom. She stood over my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother's sacred moonstone necklace, the last piece of my family I had left. When Santino burst in, he didn't see my heartbreak. He saw only her fake tears. "What did you do to her?!" he roared, his voice laced with the Alpha's Command, a sacred power he used to crush my will. Then, for her, he did the unforgivable. He raised his hand and struck me, his mate. In that instant, the love I had desperately clung to turned to ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me but had defiled the sacred bond the Goddess herself had blessed. As the pain of his betrayal ripped through me, something ancient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet and spoke the words that would destroy his world and begin mine. "I, Alessia Bianchi, reject you, Santino Moretti, as my mate."

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Chapter 13

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Chapter 1

My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others.

He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna of the Blackstone Pack, but I was becoming a ghost in my own life.

The final betrayal happened in my own bedroom. She stood over my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother's sacred moonstone necklace, the last piece of my family I had left.

When Santino burst in, he didn't see my heartbreak. He saw only her fake tears.

"What did you do to her?!" he roared, his voice laced with the Alpha's Command, a sacred power he used to crush my will.

Then, for her, he did the unforgivable. He raised his hand and struck me, his mate.

In that instant, the love I had desperately clung to turned to ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me but had defiled the sacred bond the Goddess herself had blessed.

As the pain of his betrayal ripped through me, something ancient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet and spoke the words that would destroy his world and begin mine.

"I, Alessia Bianchi, reject you, Santino Moretti, as my mate."

Chapter 1

Alessia POV:

The sheets beside me were cold.

It was a familiar coldness, one that had seeped into my bones over the last few months. I opened my eyes to the pale morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of the Alpha's suite. My mate, Alpha Santino Moretti, was already gone.

His scent, a powerful mix of pine and winter frost that once called to the wolf in my soul, was now barely a whisper on his pillow.

I pushed myself up, my gaze falling on the wardrobe. Rows of elegant, muted gowns in shades of grey, cream, and pale blue hung in perfect order.

I ran a hand over the soft fabric of a dove-grey dress. Before, my closet had been a riot of color-blood reds and sunset golds that matched the fire in my spirit.

But four years of being Luna of the Blackstone Pack, of trying to be the perfect, demure mate to a powerful Alpha, had bleached the color from my life as surely as it had from my wardrobe.

It was the price of the union, the price of peace, the price of earning my mother-in-law Eleanor's approval.

A faint whisper, a pull from the forest beyond the window, tickled the edge of my senses. The trees were calling, a song of rustling leaves and damp earth that only I could hear. It was a gift, a connection to nature my mother had passed down to me.

But I quickly walled off that feeling, shoving it deep inside. A perfect Luna didn't have time for wandering in the woods. She had duties. She had a pack to serve.

Downstairs, the great hall was already alive with the morning bustle of the pack. The scent of coffee and bacon filled the air.

I saw Santino at the head of the long oak table, deep in conversation with his Beta and Gamma. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his jaw set in a line of cold authority.

He was every inch the powerful Alpha, and my heart ached with a love I was beginning to fear I carried alone.

He didn't look up as I entered. He didn't so much as glance my way.

Just as I took my seat, a hush fell over the room. All eyes turned towards the entrance.

Valentina Rossi stood there, one hand placed delicately on her swollen belly, the other gripping the arm of a servant as if she might faint at any moment. She was an Omega, and since the death of Santino's Beta, Marco, she had become the pack's most precious, tragic figure.

Santino was on his feet in an instant. The harsh lines of his face softened as he moved to her side, his large frame shielding her.

"Are you alright, Valentina? Did you sleep well?" His voice, usually a low growl of command, was laced with a tenderness I hadn't heard in months.

"I had nightmares again, Alpha," she whispered, her voice trembling. "About Marco."

He gently guided her to a chair right beside his own, a place of honor. As she sat, her eyes met mine across the table.

For a fleeting second, a spark of triumph-of pure, naked provocation-flashed in their depths before being replaced by a look of innocent frailty.

Ice coiled in my gut. I forced my lips into the serene, dignified smile of a Luna, even as I felt my own heart begin to splinter.

Later, after the meal, Santino stood. His voice resonated through the hall, now filled with the unmistakable power of the Alpha's Command-that unique authority that compelled every wolf to listen, the very foundation of his rule.

"Valentina carries the heir of our fallen hero, Marco," he announced, his gaze sweeping over the pack. "She will reside here, in the Alpha House, under my personal protection, until the pup is born."

The air punched from my lungs. I felt my body go stiff.

To bring another woman, an Omega no less, into our home... our nest... was a deep and personal insult.

But the Alpha had commanded it. There was nothing I could do.

The next few days were a quiet torture. Valentina's belongings were moved into the guest room directly adjacent to our bedroom. I could hear her soft humming through the walls.

Whispers followed me wherever I went in the pack house. I saw the pity in the eyes of the other she-wolves, the curiosity in the gazes of the warriors. They were watching, waiting to see how their Luna would handle this... intrusion.

I tried to reach Santino through our Mind-Link, that sacred, telepathic channel that should have been ours alone.

*Santino, we need to talk.*

His reply was a mental wall, swift and cold.

*I'm busy, Alessia. Pack business.*

The connection was severed before I could say another word.

I tried to bridge the growing chasm between us in other ways. I cooked his favorite meal, a hearty venison stew that his mother had taught me to make. I hoped the familiar taste might remind him of what we once had.

He took a single, polite bite. "Thank you, Alessia. It's good." Then he turned his attention to Valentina, who was complaining of a sudden craving for sweet berries. He immediately sent a warrior to the kitchens to fetch them for her.

The nights were the worst. Valentina's soft cries would echo down the hall, claims of terrible nightmares. And every single time, Santino would leave our bed, the sheets growing cold beside me, to go and comfort her. He would spend hours in her room, leaving me to stare into the darkness, alone.

I began to avoid them both, throwing myself into my Luna duties, managing the pack's supplies, settling minor disputes, anything to keep my mind occupied. It was a desperate attempt to hold on to the last shreds of my dignity.

One afternoon, I found myself in the gardens, the one place I could still find a sliver of peace.

"My Luna."

I turned. Gamma Damien Costa, my father's most trusted warrior, stood there. He was here as part of the alliance between our packs. He was also a friend from my childhood, a piece of the home I had left behind.

His face was stern, but his eyes held a deep, unspoken concern. He said nothing more, but silently held out a single, perfect white rose.

I took it, my fingers brushing his. His touch was warm, respectful. It was a small kindness that felt monumental.

Returning to my chambers, I stopped dead in the doorway. Something was wrong.

On my vanity, where I kept my most precious possession, lay a small, unfamiliar silver hairclip. And next to it, my mother's moonstone necklace was askew, as if it had been handled carelessly.

I rushed forward and snatched the necklace. It was a simple, elegant thing, a single, luminous moonstone passed down through my family, a lineage rumored to be descended from the Moon Goddess herself. It was the only thing I had left of my mother.

Holding it, I could feel the faint, humming energy within the stone, a power that resonated with the hidden part of myself, the part I was forced to suppress. It was my connection to my bloodline, to my past.

A cold dread settled deep in my bones. This wasn't just about a hero's widow. This wasn't just about a pup.

Valentina's presence in my home was an invasion.

And I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the core, that this was no longer just an intrusion. It was a declaration of war.