Chapter 3
I’d dealt with plenty of she–wolves before -jealous types, flirty ones, bold enough to challenge me for my place at Alpha Joseph’s side
But every single one of them had been tossed out of the packhouse before they even got comfortable.
Except Queenie.
Queenie was… different.
Somehow, she stayed.
And when I saw the pictures–her wrapped in Alpha Joseph’s arms, the two of them kissing openly while vacationing together–l couldn’t breathe.
Panic swallowed me whole. I ran to the packhouse, hoping it was all some kind of misunderstanding. I tried to reason with him.
He brushed me off with a smile like I was a child throwing a tantrum.
“Melissa, don’t be jealous. She’s just a young girl–easily impressed. Don’t worry, you’ll always be the Luna of the Black Mist Pack.
that frem
And I believed him.
Back then, I still believed he loved me.
So I made a stupid, stupid choice.
I introduced Queenie to a few of the top–ranking males in the pack–handsome, powerful, eager to impress. I thought if she fell for one of them, she’d leave us alone.
I didn’t know what really happened that night. Just that Queenie was nearly raped- and that Alpha Joseph showed up and beat the other wolf within an inch of his life.
All because of me.
Because I thought I could manipulate the pieces on the board without consequences.
That was the beginning of the end.
The day Queenie called Joseph in tears,
saving she had stomach pain he dronned
saying she had stomach pain, he dropped everything and ran to her.
Didn’t even look at me.
My mother was sitting there, hollow–eyed and grieving, barely speaking. And in that moment, something inside me hardened.
I couldn’t do this anymore.
I gently touched my stomach–what once felt like a gift now felt like a burden tied to chains.
I was carrying Alpha Joseph’s pup. But all I wanted was freedom.
Divorcing an Alpha isn’t easy. Especially this Alpha.
He wouldn’t agree to it. And even if he did, no lawyer would dare take my case. No one dared cross Alpha Joseph.
Queenie was pregnant.
And judging by the way he looked at her, he was planning to make her his Luna.
But I couldn’t wait that long.
When I returned home, I packed in silence. The essentials. My ID. My private bank cards. A few pieces of jewelry that weren’t gifts from Joseph. Everything he gave me, I left behind.
It didn’t matter if the law said it was marital property. I wasn’t taking a single thing tainted by his name.
Just escaping with my life would be a miracle.
That’s when I heard the front door creak
open..
Panic flooded me. I shoved my suitcase into the corner and froze.
He was back.
And he wasn’t alone.
Joseph walked in with Queenie draped on his arm, smug and glowing. She was carrying seven–seven–shopping bags, all designer. The diamond necklace around her neck practically screamed.
I thought she’d still be in the hospital, milking sympathy for a few more days.
But no. She was here. In my home.
And Joseph’s dark eyes locked onto mine.
My breath caught. My body trembled.
He looked at me for a moment–his gaze unreadable. Then he pulled Queenie closer, his hand possessively wrapped around her waist, and led her right up to me.
“Queenie’s pregnancy is delicate,” he said coolly. “Didn’t you work as a caretaker before? You’ll be in charge of her meals and
daily needs from now on.”
I stared at him, stunned.
Caretaker?
I had only taken those jobs back when he was still a nobody–before the Black Mist Pack even acknowledged him.
My father had forbidden our relationship, so we’d crammed into a dingy one–bedroom apartment. He got sick. Nearly died. I worked day and night just to afford his recovery.
And now, he stood there… using that past to humiliate me.
I steadied my breath, forcing myself to meet his eyes.
My voice came out raw, but firm.
“Joseph. I want a divorce.”
For a second his face didn’t move Not a
For a second, his face didn’t move. Not a flicker of emotion.
Then he gently unwrapped his arm from Queenie and stepped toward me.
He gripped my chin tightly, forcing me to look up into his flawless, cruel face.
“You think you can just walk away from me?” he said, low and cold. “Melissa, without me, you’re nothing. I’ve told you–you’ll always be my Luna. Don’t test me again. Or do you want your mother to pay for your little outbursts?”
My blood turned to ice.
He let go..I crumpled to the floor, legs unable to hold me.
He looked down on me, hands in his pockets like a king bored of his plaything.
“Now be good,” he said. “Take care of
