The first post appeared three days after I discovered Felix's phone messages.

I was scrolling through the pack's mind-link social feed during my morning coffee when Reina's update flashed across my screen—a photo of an elaborate diamond bracelet catching the light, with a caption that made my stomach turn: *"When your mate knows exactly what makes you feel appreciated. #LunaBlessings #MoonGoddessKnows"*

My coffee cup trembled in my hand. The bracelet was unmistakable—the same one Felix had told me he was "saving up for" as a future anniversary gift. For me. Or so I'd believed.

The comments section exploded within minutes. Pack members I'd known for years gushed over Reina's "lucky find" and congratulated her on having such an attentive mate. No one mentioned me. No one questioned why our pack's newest healer was suddenly flaunting mate-level gifts.

My wolf snarled, wounded and furious, but I forced myself to keep scrolling. If I was going to fight back, I needed to understand the full extent of his betrayal.

The posts continued daily. Designer handbags. Reservations at the exclusive Aurora Restaurant where pack elite celebrated mate ceremonies. Each image carefully staged, each caption a calculated jab wrapped in false innocence. *"Grateful for unexpected blessings,"* she wrote beside a photo of Felix's hand—unmistakably his, with the scar across his knuckles from a training accident—resting possessively on her shoulder.

But it was the pack gathering that shattered whatever composure I'd been clinging to.

The monthly community bonfire should have been neutral ground, but Reina transformed it into her personal stage. She arrived late, ensuring maximum attention, wearing a crimson dress that hugged every curve. Felix stood near the beverage table, and I watched her trajectory like witnessing a car crash in slow motion.

"Felix," she purred, loud enough for the surrounding wolves to hear. Her hand landed on his chest, fingers splaying possessively over his heart. "You forgot your jacket at my place again."

The casual intimacy of those words—*my place, again*—hit harder than any slap. Felix's expression flickered with something that might have been guilt before settling into uncomfortable acceptance. He didn't remove her hand. Didn't step back. Just offered a weak smile that confirmed everything.

Around us, conversations stuttered and died. Pack members exchanged loaded glances. Someone coughed. The crackling fire suddenly seemed deafening in the awkward silence.

I stood frozen, my untouched glass of wine growing warm in my grip. My wolf raged against my ribcage, demanding I shift, fight, reclaim what was ours. But I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Could only watch as Reina leaned closer to Felix, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered something that made his eyes darken.

"Andrea," Sophia Chen, Maxwell's Gamma, materialized beside me. Her voice was carefully neutral, but her eyes held sympathy that burned worse than pity. "Maybe some fresh air?"

I let her guide me away from the gathering, away from the whispers that erupted the moment we were out of earshot. Behind us, I heard someone mutter, "Did you see Felix's aura? It looked... dimmer somehow."

"Like it's being drained," another voice agreed.

Back in my apartment, I pulled out my laptop with shaking hands. If Reina wanted to play games on pack social media, I could play too. But I'd play smarter.

My influencer network spanned multiple packs—content creators, gossip bloggers, former academy connections. I started with casual inquiries, framing them as "background checks for a potential healer collaboration." Within hours, responses flooded my inbox.

Reina Porter's credentials from the West Coast Healer Academy? Forged. The real Dr. Reina Porter had graduated five years earlier and was currently working in Europe. Our Reina had stolen her identity after working as a salon assistant at pack borders.

The unlicensed healing practices were worse. Three former patients from her previous pack reported mysterious complications after her treatments. She'd been quietly asked to leave before formal charges could be filed.

But the pattern that emerged from deeper digging made my blood run cold—Reina had a history of targeting mated males in positions of power. In her previous pack, she'd pursued the Beta's mate, causing a scandal that nearly destroyed the Beta's family before she moved on to new hunting grounds.

I was compiling the evidence into a damning file when my phone buzzed with a mind-link message from Felix: *"Pack meeting tomorrow night. I'm making an announcement. Wear something nice."*

My wolf went still, instinct screaming warning.

The next evening, I arrived at the pack house in my ceremonial Luna robes—cream silk embroidered with silver moon phases, reserved for sacred occasions. If Felix was planning what I suspected, I would face it with dignity.

The main hall was packed, every pack member in attendance. Felix stood at the raised platform, looking uncomfortable in formal attire. His Beta, Marcus Reed, lurked in the shadows, expression unreadable.

"Thank you all for coming," Felix began, his voice carrying across the silent room. His eyes found mine in the crowd, and something flickered there—regret? Calculation? "Seven years ago, I found my mate. Tonight, I want to publicly reaffirm our bond before the Moon Goddess and our pack."

Murmurs rippled through the assembled wolves. A public mate claim ceremony was serious, binding. It couldn't be undone without catastrophic consequences to both wolves' auras.

I moved toward the platform, my heart hammering. This was it—either Felix's desperate attempt to salvage his reputation, or my chance to expose everything before witnesses.

But as I climbed the steps, Felix's phone buzzed. He glanced down, and his entire expression transformed—color draining from his face, body going rigid.

A mind-link message, visible to everyone with enhanced pack senses: *"Medical emergency at the clinic. I need you NOW. - Reina"*

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Felix looked at me, then at his phone, then back at me. The choice played out across his face in agonizing slow motion. Every pack member watched, waited, judged.

"I—" His voice cracked. "I have to go. Healer emergency."

He turned and walked off the platform, leaving me standing alone in my ceremonial robes before three hundred witnesses. The heavy doors slammed behind him, the sound echoing like a death knell through the suddenly airless hall.

No one spoke. No one moved.

I stood there, abandoned at my own mate claim ceremony, watching my seven-year relationship crumble into public humiliation. Around me, phones began to light up as pack members captured the moment, already spreading the scandal across inter-pack social networks.

My wolf howled in anguish, but I refused to let them see me break.

Not yet.

The whispers started before I even made it home from the pack house.

"Did you see her face when he walked away?"

"Seven years, and he couldn't even finish the ceremony."

"Maybe she really isn't Luna material after all."

The cruel words followed me through the corridors like poison, each comment a fresh wound on my already shattered pride. I kept my chin up, my ceremonial robes flowing behind me with what dignity I could muster, but inside, my wolf was howling in agony.

By morning, the damage was complete.

I discovered it when I tried to access the pack's internal systems to check my scheduled influencer collaborations. My login credentials were invalid. My profile—gone. Seven years of pack contributions, community events, social media campaigns that had boosted our pack's reputation across the region—all of it wiped clean as if I'd never existed.

My hands trembled as I called the pack administrative office.

"I'm sorry, but we have no record of an Andrea Hill in our current member registry," the receptionist said, her voice professionally neutral but tinged with something that sounded almost like pity.

"That's impossible. I've been a member since—"

"Perhaps you should speak with Beta Reed about any... status changes."

The line went dead.

Marcus Reed. Felix's loyal Beta who'd stood in the shadows during last night's humiliation, watching his Alpha abandon his mate without lifting a finger to intervene. Of course he'd be the one to execute this final insult.

I found him in his office, methodically shredding documents. He didn't look up when I entered.

"Marcus." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "I want to know why my pack records have been deleted."

He finally raised his eyes, and I saw no warmth there—only cold calculation. "Alpha Felix felt it was... cleaner this way. Given the circumstances."

"Circumstances?" The word tasted bitter. "You mean his public abandonment of our mate bond?"

"I mean his decision to pursue other options." Marcus's tone was matter-of-fact, as if we were discussing pack supply orders rather than the destruction of my entire life. "The pack needs stability. Uncertainty about leadership creates... problems."

"So you erase me instead of addressing his betrayal?"

Marcus shrugged. "History is written by those in power, Andrea. You might want to remember that."

I left his office with my hands clenched into fists, my wolf snarling for blood. But I had bigger battles to fight than Marcus Reed's cowardice.

That afternoon, I placed a call I should have made years ago.

"Grandfather." My voice broke slightly as Alpha Edmund Hill's familiar rumble came through the phone.

"Andrea, darling. What's wrong?"

The concern in his voice nearly undid me. In halting words, I told him everything—Felix's betrayal, the false Luna mark, Reina's manipulations, and last night's public humiliation. With each revelation, the silence on the other end grew more ominous.

When I finished, the quiet stretched so long I wondered if the connection had dropped.

"Grandfather?"

"That worthless piece of filth." His voice was deadly calm, the tone that had made him one of the most feared Alphas in Europe. "A false Luna mark. Sacred bonds defiled for political convenience."

"I don't know what to do," I whispered. "They've erased me from the pack records. I have nowhere to go."

"You have somewhere to go." His voice gentled. "You always have a place with me in London. But first, I have something to tell you."

I waited, sensing the weight of what was coming.

"Maxwell Alexander has been inquiring about your status for years, Andrea. The Alpha of Black Moon Pack. Every few months, he asks if you're... available."

My breath caught. Maxwell Alexander—I remembered him from pack summits, a powerful Alpha with an aura that commanded respect from every wolf in the room. Tall, imposing, with eyes that seemed to see straight through pretense.

"He's been asking about me?"

"For seven years, darling. I always told him you were mated, but he never stopped asking. A good Alpha doesn't pursue another's mate, but he made it clear that if circumstances ever changed..."

Seven years. The same length as my relationship with Felix.

"What are you suggesting?"

"A political alliance. Your union with Maxwell would strengthen both our packs, and you'd have the protection of one of the most powerful Alphas on the continent. But more than that..." He paused. "I think he genuinely cares for you, Andrea. The way he asks about you, the concern in his voice—it's not political."

I closed my eyes, my mind reeling. After Felix's betrayal, the idea of trusting another mate seemed impossible. But Maxwell had waited seven years, respecting my bond even when it was built on lies.

"I need time to think," I said finally.

"Of course. But while you're thinking, perhaps you should consider how to handle the... Reina situation."

I smiled for the first time in days, cold and sharp. "Already working on it, Grandfather."

That evening, I opened my laptop and began typing. If they wanted to erase me, they'd learn that some wolves bite back harder when cornered.

Reina Porter was about to discover exactly what happened when someone underestimated a desperate she-wolf with nothing left to lose.