Betrayed Luna&#x27;s New Hope

After My Mate Chose Her, I Lost Our Pup

Chapter 1 of Betrayed Luna's New Hope

I'd spent weeks crafting these candles in secret, melting down the wax from our first anniversary dinner, embedding dried moonflowers from our mating grove. Tonight would be perfect. A private renewal ceremony, just the two of us, before the pack's formal celebration tomorrow.

My bare feet made no sound on the hardwood as I approached our bedroom door. The twins were safely tucked away in their rooms, and the pack house had settled into its evening quiet. This moment belonged to us alone.

The door stood slightly ajar, and I pushed it open with my hip, a smile already spreading across my face. "Deacon, I have a surprise for—"

The words died in my throat.

My mate lay naked in our bed, his powerful frame wrapped around another woman. Not just any woman. Myra. My cousin Myra, her dark hair spilled across my pillow, her pale skin gleaming in the lamplight. And around her throat—my throat closed as if someone had wrapped iron chains around it—she wore my Luna ceremonial jewelry. The sacred silver necklace that marked my position, my identity, my worth.

The candles slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor. One rolled under the bed where my mate—my mate—was betraying everything we'd built together.

Deacon's head turned toward me, and I waited for shock, for shame, for some flicker of the man who'd promised to cherish me above all others. Instead, his ice-blue eyes held nothing but cold irritation, as if I were an unwelcome interruption to his evening plans.

"Scout." His voice carried no warmth, no apology. He didn't even have the decency to cover himself or move away from her. "You're early."

Myra stretched languidly beneath him, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she fingered my ceremonial necklace. "Hello, cousin." Her voice dripped with false sweetness. "I hope you don't mind—Deacon thought the jewelry looked better on someone who actually deserves to wear it."

The room spun around me. Eight years of marriage, of sacrifice, of giving up my healing career to be the perfect Luna. Eight years of believing I was cherished, protected, loved. "Deacon, what is this? Today is our anniversary. Our—"

"A breeding arrangement." His words cut through my stammering like a blade. He sat up, completely unbothered by his nakedness, by my presence, by the devastation spreading across my face. "Myra has the bloodline strength our pack needs. Her wolf is powerful, dominant. Our children will be stronger with her genetics."

I staggered backward, my hand finding the doorframe for support. "Children? But we have children. Kai and Kira—"

"Are adequate," he said with brutal efficiency. "But they could have been exceptional. Myra's bloodline traces back to the European Lycan nobility. Her offspring will secure our pack's future in ways yours simply cannot."

Myra's laugh tinkled like broken glass. "Oh, Scout. Did you really think your gentle little wolf was enough? The pack needs a real Luna, someone who can produce heirs worthy of the Silvermoon name. Someone who understands that strength matters more than sentiment."

My legs gave out. I slumped against the doorframe, the silver dress—his gift, his promise—suddenly feeling like a mockery against my skin. "But you chose me. You marked me. We're mated—"

"A political necessity at the time." Deacon's voice never wavered, never softened. "Your family needed the alliance after Myra initially refused the arrangement. But circumstances change, Scout. The pack's needs evolve."

"Mommy?"

The small voice behind me sent ice through my veins. I turned to find Kai and Kira standing in the hallway, their five-year-old faces serious beyond their years. My babies. My heart. Surely they would run to me, comfort me, remind me that I was loved—

Instead, they crossed their small arms and stared at me with disappointment that shouldn't exist in children so young.

"Mommy, you're being selfish," Kira said, her voice carrying an authority that made my blood freeze. "Miss Elena at the academy told us that weak Lunas destroy pack strength. You're disrupting pack harmony."

Kai nodded solemnly. "You should apologize to Aunt Myra. She's going to make our pack stronger. You're just making everyone upset."

The world tilted on its axis. My own children—my babies—staring at me like I was the villain in this nightmare. "Kai, Kira, I'm your mother. I love you both so much—"

"Love isn't enough," Kira interrupted, her words too mature, too rehearsed. "The pack needs strength. Aunt Myra explained everything. You should step down as Luna so someone better can take care of us."

Myra's triumphant smile burned itself into my memory as my children—my own flesh and blood—waited for my surrender.

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