From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma

For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded.

On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman.

"Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand."

He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence.

I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse.

But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator.

He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war.

When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance.

He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion.

He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory.

Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration.

Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.