My Mate Stole My Child’s Life, So I Stole His Crown Novel – On our sixth anniversary, I carried two gifts into Alpha Travis Wolfe’s Alpha office, a black velvet box with the keys to the Lamborghini Revuelto he’d been obsessing over, and a pregnancy test with two pink lines. Tonight, I wanted to give him everything: the car of his dreams, and the news that he’d be a father again.
But the moment I stepped inside, my world shattered. Alpha Travis Wolfe wasn’t alone. Lorie Hale, my best friend, my daughter’s Luna-godmother, sat on his desk, blouse undone, lips swollen, his hand gripping her thigh. My wolf whimpered inside me, claws scraping against my skin, but the worst wasn’t what I saw; it was what I heard. Alpha Travis Wolfe’s phone rang. His irritated growl snapped through the room: “I paid you to keep quiet. I gave you the money so you’d give the heart to Lorie Hale, not Joan. Joan’s dead now.” The ground vanished beneath me.
Joan, our little pup, was supposed to have her miracle. I signed the “alliance papers” Alpha Travis Wolfe gave me, trusting my mate. But he tricked me. My daughter’s heart hadn’t gone out to her. It had gone to Lorie Hale. When he ended the call, Lorie Hale smiled sweetly, brushing her fingers over his chest as if what I had just heard wasn’t enough to rip me in half. “I still can’t believe you did all that for me,” she whispered. “You really gave me her heart.” The betrayal tore me apart.
My Alpha. My best friend. My pup’s murderer. And I had signed her death. So I packed my things and walked away, a quiet promise burning behind my teeth: I will make them ache for what they stole. A Luna’s hunt begins when her wolf is crushed, and she turns pain into blood. — Stella’s POV The night was ripe with secrets. I could smell it before I even stepped into his office. My wolf stirred inside me, restless beneath my skin, as if she already sensed what my human heart was too naive to see. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, our sixth anniversary.
A night of surprises, of love, of renewal. I had gone to Alpha Travis Wolfe’s office, my mate and the leader of the Wolfe Pack, clutching two gifts,symbols of the life we were supposed to have built together. In one hand, I carried a black velvet box. Inside was the key to a Lamborghini Revuelto, a car Travis had been obsessing over for months. It had taken every connection, every string I could pull within the pack to get it for him.
But I had done it, because he was my mate, my husband, my world. On the other hand was something far more precious. A pregnancy test with two faint pink lines. Proof of new life growing inside me. A promise. A second chance at joy after so much grief. My lips curved into a wide smile as I pushed open his office door without knocking, eager to see the look on his face when I handed him both gifts. I almost wished I hadn’t. Because what I walked into changed everything.
Alpha Travis wasn’t alone. Lorie Hale, my best friend, sat perched on his desk like she owned it, her blouse gaping open, her lips bruised and swollen. She whimpered softly as his mouth devoured hers, his hands gripping her thighs possessively. His tie hung loose around his neck, the scent of desire thick in the air. My wolf growled low in my chest, its claws pressing against my skin from the inside. My best friend. My mate. Together. For a long, agonizing moment, I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe. The keys dug into my palm, the test trembled in my fingers, but I was frozen, staring at the scene before me like it was some twisted nightmare. Because it couldn’t be true. Lorie, who had been with me in the delivery room when my daughter Joan was born. Lorie, who had sworn to be Joan’s godmother. Lorie, who held me when I cried after the endless nights of waiting for a miracle. And now she sat there whimpering beneath my husband’s touch.
The betrayal was a blade shoved straight into my chest. My breath hitched, my vision blurred with hot tears, and my wolf howled in anguish within me. I wanted to scream, to shift, to rip Lorie away from him and tear her throat out. But my body was frozen in place, rooted to the doorway. Then his phone rang. Alpha Travis winced in irritation and pulled away from Lorie’s lips. His hand, however, never left her thigh as he snatched up the phone. “What do you want now?” he snarled, his voice sharp and laced with menace. “I paid you to keep quiet. Don’t test me.” Lorie pouted, her hand sliding over his chest, possessive and smug.
“I already gave you a huge amount for the transplant,” Alpha Travis hissed into the phone. “You know how much I’ve spent to make this disappear.” The word froze my blood. Transplant. My wolf went eerily still. My ears rang as I forced myself to listen, every instinct sharpening to predator’s focus. I couldn’t hear the reply from the other end, but Travis’s voice cracked through the room, vicious and cold. “I already gave you the money so that you would give the heart to Lorie, not Joan. Joan is dead now, so why are you trying to