Betrayed by the Alpha

For three years, I was trapped in a deep coma after taking a fatal silver bullet to save my fated mate, Alpha Jaxon.

But the day my rare White Wolf bloodline finally woke me up, I received a photo of him smiling brightly, holding a newborn pup next to a low-ranking Omega.

He claimed it was a biological accident during his heat and demanded I accept the child as the pack's heir. When I refused to bow to his manipulative mistress, he used his absolute Alpha Command to force toxic Wolfsbane down my throat, nearly killing me again just to extract a false confession. Worse, to appease her jealousy, he allowed my best friend to be locked in a silver death cell with starving rogues. I arrived just in time to watch a rogue tear her arm completely off her shoulder.

I had sacrificed my life and endured years of darkness for a man who replaced me while I was dying, empowering his new lover to mutilate the only person who still stood by me.

"My bloodline refuses to be bound to filth."

Standing before the Elders' Council, I unleashed my ancient aura and permanently shattered our sacred soul contract.

I didn't just walk away in tears. I turned to the shadows and accepted the waiting hand of the Lycan King, ready to turn Jaxon's entire territory to ash.

But revenge has a price—and the Lycan King has secrets of his own.

Chapter 1

Aria POV:

I woke to a body that no longer felt like my own.

For three years, I had been trapped in that deep, silent darkness. I took a silver bullet for Jaxon, my fated mate—the toxic metal burning through my veins, forcing my wolf into a coma just to keep my heart beating. But I was not just any wolf. I carried the bloodline of the White Wolf, a rare descendant of the Moon Goddess herself. And that ancient blood had finally dragged me back to the surface.

I sat up in the dark hospital room and pressed my hand to my chest. The mate bond—that sacred, living tether between two fated souls—sat hollow and cold inside my ribcage. It hadn't severed. Just gone dormant. Muted. He would have felt my life force flickering somewhere in the distance, but nothing more. Not my pain. Not my loneliness. Just a vague signal that I was still breathing.

The Healers discharged me that afternoon, their faces a mix of awe and something closer to fear. I dressed in a simple black dress and stepped outside. The sterile air clung to my skin like a shroud. I needed an anchor. I needed Sienna. I pulled out my phone and texted her: Meet me at The Den. Urgent.

The Den was our pack's underground bar, all worn leather and the sharp bite of whiskey. I found Sienna in our usual booth, her face already creased with worry. She shot to her feet the second she saw me.

"Aria? You're awake!" Tears brimmed in her eyes. "But you shouldn't even be standing. What happened?"

"The Moon Goddess pulled me back," I said, my voice too quiet.

Before I could say more, my phone buzzed against the oak tabletop. A message from Sienna—sent hours ago, when she'd first heard I was awake.

I opened it. It was a photo.

Jaxon, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, was smiling. He was holding a newborn pup. Pressed against his shoulder, beaming up at him, was Faye—a low-ranking Omega. The banner behind them read: Happy One-Month Birthday.

My mate had fathered a child with an Omega while I was dying for him.

I didn't drop the phone. I set it down with deliberate care. I didn't cry. My wolf didn't whimper. The truth settled into me not as a shock, but as confirmation. During my three-year sleep, the Moon Goddess had visited me with a vision. She showed me exactly what would happen if I stayed. I saw myself go mad from his betrayal. I saw my family destroyed. I saw my own bloody death.

"Drive me to the banquet hall, Sienna," I said. My voice came out calm. Too calm. A stillness had rooted itself so deep inside me that emotion couldn't reach it.

Sienna swallowed and nodded.