My Alpha Told His Friends How His Mistress Tastes Novel – Chapter 1 On the night of our sixth wedding anniversary, the pack gathered for a grand celebration beneath the full moon. The air was thick with the scents of roasted meat, smoke, and the wild musk of wolves. That was when Alpha Kenelm—my husband’s longtime friend and our allied pack leader—leaned across the banquet table. His sharp grin flashed in the torchlight as he asked in fluent French, “So, Norris… how does your little secretary taste?” My mate—my fated one—Alpha Norris, always so refined and considerate in public. With polished grace, he slid my favorite cut of lamb onto my plate, his lips curling into that charming smile. Then, in the same careless tone, he replied, “Young. Wild. Very inventive.” A ripple of laughter thundered around the table, the other Alphas pounding their fists like rolling drums.
Kenelm clapped him on the back as Norris added lightly, “Just don’t let Eloise find out. If she knew, she’d sever the bond and walk away. That would… hurt me deeply.” The sound of their amusement echoed like a storm across the hall. I sat frozen, my fingers clenched so tightly around my wine glass the stem nearly shattered. My knuckles had gone bone-white. None of them knew that I understood every word of French. And none of them knew I had already discovered his betrayal long ago. I never confronted him. I never wept or begged for an explanation. Instead, I filed an application with the Council for transfer to the secluded research outpost hidden deep within our territory—a place shrouded in danger, where few wolves ever returned unscathed. Three days from now, I will grant him exactly what he wished for. I will vanish from his life. Forever. — From the corner of his eye, Norris noticed I hadn’t touched the cut of lamb.
Concern flickered across his gaze as he asked in English, voice low and intimate, “Baby, what’s wrong?” Looking at the man who could still feign such devotion, as if I were the only one his wolf would ever claim, I felt only bitter irony. Moments ago, he had talked about his mistress. Now, he gazed at me with practiced tenderness, as though I were his entire world. I couldn’t help but wonder—just how far could his lies carry? “Nothing much,” I answered lightly. “What were you talking about just now?” Norris pinched my cheek with mock affection, his smile indulgent. “Pack’s Business matters abroad. You don’t like hearing about work, so we switched to French.” He must have forgotten—or perhaps never cared—that I had spent years studying in France before I was bound to him. The air around me grew suffocating, thick with the scent of deceit. My wolf snarled beneath my skin, restless, but I pressed her down and forced a calm smile. I pushed him gently aside. “You all continue chatting. I’ll go take a walk.” Without waiting for his response, I turned and strode toward the banquet hall doors, heels clicking against the marble floor.
As I left, whispers trailed behind me. “That’s Luna Eloise. She’s truly blessed. Not only was her wedding the grandest event of the year back then, but every anniversary Alpha Norris holds a lavish celebration for her. She’s the luckiest Luna alive.” “Exactly. Why couldn’t I meet a man like that?” Once, such words of envy would have filled me with sweetness, a warm glow of pride at being his Luna. But now, my heart was nothing but still water, cold and still. No one knew that the man who claimed to love me to the point of madness had already betrayed me. Just yesterday, I had planned to surprise him with his anniversary gift ahead of time. Quiet as a shadow, I sneaked into his office, wanting to give him a pleasant shock. While waiting, I dozed off inside the storage cabinet, lulled by the faint hum of the packhouse building. But I was jolted awake by the sound of ragged breathing—the kind only wolves lost in lust make. When I opened my eyes, I saw the man who once swore to claim only me, pressing his secretary, Olivia, against the floor-to-ceiling window.
Their bare bodies writhed together, smearing the spotless glass with the scent and sweat of betrayal. They lingered there, entangled, for three long hours before finally dressing and leaving. I couldn’t remember how I survived those hours—only the way despair shredded me at first, until numbness took over. My wolf keened inside me, clawing at my chest, begging to tear them apart. But I held her down, suffocated her howl, because what good would it do? By the time I staggered out of that building, I knew: my bond with Norris was dead, my marriage shattered beyond repair.
A sudden ringtone snapped me from my thoughts. “Eloise, I’ve already submitted your name to the research institute. In three days, someone will come to take you. Use these last few days to say goodbye to your family.” The word family made my grip on the phone tighten until it nearly cracked. Ever since my parents’ accident four years ago, the only family I had left was Norris. But now, he had betrayed me. And that meant I had no family left at all.