After My Alpha Rejected Me for His Mistress

The crystal chandeliers of the Silverfang Pack's grand ballroom sparkled overhead, casting a golden glow across the sea of familiar faces. Three hundred guests in formal attire mingled around tables adorned with white roses and silver ribbons—the colors of our pack. Thirty years. Three decades of devotion, sacrifice, and unwavering loyalty to my mate and my pack.

I smoothed down the front of my navy blue gown, a dress I'd chosen specifically for tonight. Not too flashy, not too plain. Invisible, just as I'd become.

"Quite the turnout," I murmured to myself, watching as pack members greeted each other with enthusiasm. Many had traveled from neighboring territories to celebrate our anniversary. The event had been planned for months, with Christian insisting on "making it special."

Special. The word echoed in my mind as I watched him from across the room, commanding attention as always. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his tailored suit accentuating the broad shoulders that had once made me feel safe. Now they just seemed imposing.

"Luna Grace," a young Delta approached with a glass of champagne. "Alpha Christian requested I bring this to you."

I accepted it with a grateful smile. Perhaps he'd surprise me tonight. Perhaps after all these years of fading into the background, he'd remember what today meant.

The room fell silent as Christian took the stage, his Alpha aura pulsing with authority. My heart quickened. Was this it? A public acknowledgment of our bond?

"Members of the Silverfang Pack," his voice boomed across the ballroom. "Thank you for joining us on this significant evening."

I stepped forward, expecting to be called beside him as I had been thirty years ago when we first marked each other.

Instead, his eyes found mine with cold calculation.

"Tonight marks thirty years since I took Grace Simmons as my mate."

The past tense made my stomach drop.

"But it will also mark the end of our bond."

Gasps rippled through the crowd. My champagne glass slipped from my fingers, shattering on the marble floor.

"I, Christian Hawkins, Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, reject you, Grace Simmons, as my mate."

His Alpha tone crashed into me like a physical blow, the words slicing through our bond with brutal precision.

"You will leave this packhouse immediately with nothing but the clothes on your back. Your belongings will be discarded."

Pain tore through my chest as the mate bond began to tear. I clutched at my heart, feeling the physical agony of severance. My knees buckled beneath me as I collapsed to the floor, the room spinning around me.

"Make room for my chosen mate," Christian continued, his voice devoid of emotion. "Viviana and our son are the future of this pack."

Through tear-blurred vision, I saw Viviana step onto the stage, cradling a infant in her arms. The crowd erupted in applause.

"Mother." Blake's voice cut through my haze of pain. My son stood over me, his face twisted with disgust. "You're making a scene."

I reached for him instinctively, but he stepped back.

"Look at you," he sneered. "Pathetic. Can't even handle a rejection with dignity."

Melanie joined him, her perfectly manicured hand resting on his arm. "Honestly, Blake, she's always been a frumpy, aura-depleted embarrassment. No wonder your father found someone else."

Their words hit harder than any physical blow. My own son and daughter-in-law standing against me while the pack watched in silent judgment.

"The weak wolf can't even hold her form properly anymore," Melanie continued loudly enough for nearby guests to hear. "No wonder Viviana's scent drove your father wild. At least she has one."

Viviana paraded across the stage with my replacement child, accepting congratulations while I remained crumpled on the floor.

"Clean this up," Blake ordered a passing Omega. "And get her out of sight."

Two pack members dragged me from the ballroom, my legs too weak to support myself. They threw me into a small guest room at the far end of the packhouse.

"Pack your things," one ordered. "You have an hour."

The door locked behind them with a decisive click.

I sat on the edge of the narrow bed, surrounded by four bare walls and a single window overlooking the service entrance. My hands trembled as I touched my neck where Christian's mark had once been—now just smooth skin with a faint scar.

This was it. The end of everything I'd built my life around.

Then my mind exploded with a voice I hadn't heard in years.

"Grace! Grace Simmons! Can you hear me?"

Mylo. My distant cousin from my father's side.

"Mylo?" I responded weakly through our mind-link.

"Thank the Goddess I found you! Listen carefully—your maiden family's territory in the Hamptons has been bought out by Apex Lycan Holdings. The paperwork just went through."

I blinked, trying to process his words through the fog of pain.

"The payout... Grace, it's three hundred million dollars. It's already in your account."

Three hundred million.

As the words sank in, something stirred within me—something that had been dormant for decades.

My wolf.