He Chose His Mistress The Pregnant Lunas Escape

I was four months pregnant with the Alpha's heir, and I had given up everything for Michael.

I hid my identity as the daughter of the powerful Alpha Hayes, stripped away my inheritance, and poured my personal fortune into building his pack.

I thought we were the golden couple.

But one rainy night, Michael came home smelling of vanilla and deception.

Exhausted, his mental barriers slipped, and I heard his thoughts project through our Mind-Link to his mistress, Serena.

"She is just a vessel," his internal voice sneered.

"Once the pup is born, we take the child and reject her. I only need the Hayes money a little longer."

My world shattered. I wasn't his mate; I was a bank account with a pulse.

The cruelty escalated when a waiter tripped at dinner, sending boiling soup flying toward our table.

Michael didn't reach for me or his unborn child.

He lunged to shield Serena, leaving me to take the scalding liquid full force on my pregnant belly.

While I lay in the hospital with burns, he told the doctors to prioritize Serena's "shock" over my injuries.

He thought I was broken. He thought I was trapped.

He was wrong.

I bribed the nurse to write two words on my chart: "Spontaneous Abortion."

Then I froze every asset in the pack, signed the divorce papers, and vanished.

Michael wanted a future without me?

He’s about to find out exactly what that costs.

Chapter 1

Olivia POV:

The rain hammered against the windows of the Pack House, a relentless rhythm that matched the throbbing ache in my lower back. I was four months pregnant, my body heavy and unfamiliar, yet my inner wolf remained silent, buried beneath the surge of human hormones that came with carrying an Alpha’s heir.

I shifted on the cold leather sofa, pulling the knitted blanket tighter around my shoulders. The Pack House was quiet, save for the distant murmur of the Gamma guards changing shifts outside.

I looked at the clock. It was past midnight.

Michael wasn't home.

Michael Thorne. My Alpha. My Mate.

A bitter smile touched my lips. To the rest of the Thorne Pack, and indeed the neighboring territories, we were the golden couple. He was the ambitious, charismatic Alpha who had built this pack from the ground up. I was his supportive Luna, the woman who stood silently by his side.

They didn't know the truth. They saw the facade, but they didn't see Olivia Hayes.

They didn't know I was the daughter of Alpha Magnus Hayes—heir to one of the most powerful, ancient bloodlines in the country. I had stripped away my surname, my inheritance, and my father's protection to be with Michael. I had poured my personal fortune into this pack, buying the very land we stood on, funding the construction of the walls that now felt like a prison.

I did it for love. I did it because the moment I smelled him—that scent of rain-soaked earth and pine—I knew the Moon Goddess had blessed me.

But lately, the blessing felt like a curse.

The front door creaked open. A gust of wet, cold wind swept through the hallway, carrying a scent that made my stomach turn. It wasn't just rain.

It was *her*.

"Michael?" I called out, my voice raspy from hours of silence.

He walked into the living room, shaking water from his dark hair. He was devastatingly handsome, with a jawline that could cut glass and eyes the color of a stormy sea. But those eyes didn't soften when they landed on me. They flicked over my swollen belly with a detachment that chilled me to the bone.

"You're still up, Liv?" he asked, his tone clipping the ends of the words. "You should be resting. The pup needs strength."