Losing the Alpha: The Runaway Invisible LunaChapter 1
On the day of my baby’s gender reveal, I saw a live stream from an alpha party. It caught my Alpha husband red-handed, dancing with another she-wolf.
He came back to me like nothing had happened.
“You’re pregnant, and I am an insatiable alpha. I did it to let off some steam so I won’t tire your pregnant body,” that was his excuse.
But every day with him was torture. The alpha who once promised me the most precious moonstone forgot his vow, and the next thing I knew, his mistress was the one wearing it.
The baby clothes I bought for the child I lost a year ago were given to his mistress—worn by her cat.
But what finally pushed me to seek a divorce and abandon my position as Luna was the way he sighed in disappointment upon hearing our baby’s gender.
A girl.
Not worthy of being an alpha heir.
Then I found his messages with his mistress. She was pregnant too—and hers was a boy.
So I walked away, giving them the chance to be a happy family.
But why did he come chasing after me?
Why was he willing to wage a pack war just to bring me back?
“You’re mine, Stephanie.”
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Stephanie’s POV
The cake was already melting when I realized he wasn’t coming.
It was supposed to be a celebration. The gender reveal of the Alpha heir. Our child. Yet I was alone.
The guests had long since left. Their whispers, their pitying glances, their forced smiles still lingered in the air like ghosts that refused to disappear. Even the servants had retreated, leaving me in the suffocating quiet of the grand hall.
Midnight had passed. Then one. Then two. Still, I stayed.
Because a small, foolish part of me believed that maybe, just maybe, Alpha Cain would walk through those doors, breathless and apologetic, telling me he had been delayed by something urgent.
That he hadn’t forgotten. That he still cared.
I stared at my phone again, my fingers trembling slightly as I unlocked it. Twenty-three missed calls. Thirty-seven messages. All sent to him. All unanswered.
“Alpha… where are you?” I whispered, though there was no one there to hear me.
My chest tightened. I told myself not to cry. Not again. I had done enough of that already.
Instead, I opened social media. A distraction. Anything to quiet the storm inside my chest.
That was when I saw it.
A live broadcast. The title alone made my stomach drop.
“Exclusive Alpha Party – Live Now.”