Alpha Cheated With My Savior, I Left

Everyone knew that Alpha Lucian Stone loved me desperately. He would even risk his life for me.

Three years ago, when I lay unconscious after a car accident, he didn't eat or drink for seven days. When he finally collapsed from exhaustion, the first words were asking if I had awakened.

Worried that my rare blood type might cause complications during my recovery, he specifically sought out a living blood donor. They drew 400cc from her every single day to maintain my emergency supply.

Even after I woke up and the doctors delivered the devastating news that I could never bear children, he took all the blame upon himself.

During our most intimate moments, he would hold me close and whisper promises that we would never be separated, not in this life or any other.

Every she-wolf throughout the Northern Territories envied me without exception.

I believed every word of it.

Until today, when I clutched my pregnancy test results, eager to surprise him with the impossible news, only to freeze outside his office door as laughter drifted from within.

"Alpha Lucian really knows how to manage things! A mate to worship in public, and a secret lover on the side. But Alpha, have you actually thought this through? Going through with the sacred bonding ritual with Rosalie Hayes?"

Lucian's response came without hesitation.

"Rosalie saved Isabella's life. I owe her this much. It's just a ceremonial title. I can afford to grant her that."

My blood turned to ice as I stood paralyzed outside the door.

Rosalie Hayes was the woman who had served as my living blood donor three years ago.

Chapter 1:

Everyone knew that Alpha Lucian Stone loved me desperately. Worried that my rare blood type might cause complications during my recovery from the car accident, he specifically sought out a living blood donor--Rosalie Hayes. They drew 400cc from her every single day to maintain our emergency supply.

Until today, when I clutched my pregnancy test results, eager to surprise him with the impossible news, only to freeze outside his office door as laughter drifted from within.

"Alpha, have you actually thought this through? Marking Rosalie Hayes?"

Lucian's response came without hesitation. "Rosalie saved Isabella's life. I owe her this much. It's just a ceremonial title. I can afford to grant her that."

The conversation inside continued.

"What about Isabella? Aren't you worried she might discover the truth?"

Lucian's voice carried absolute confidence.

"She won't. Isabella loves me more than her own life. She would never think to question me."

The pregnancy test crumpled in my trembling grip. That fragile, innocent face flashed through my memory.

After the accident, Rosalie had suffered severe anemia from donating so much blood to save me.

To compensate her, Lucian had created a comfortable position for her at Stone Industries, paying her thirty thousand dollars monthly as gratitude.

For three entire years, he maintained perfect professional distance from Rosalie. Whenever her name came up, he spoke of her only as "someone I'm indebted to."

I had actually admired his sense of honor and boundaries. I believed he was a man who knew where to draw the line.

It turns out every moment was a performance designed for my benefit.

The laughter inside grew more animated.

"Alpha Lucian sounds so certain. After all, Isabella only has eyes for you."

"The Alpha's really figured it all out. He gets an heir and can surprise Isabella with a ready-made family. Two birds with one stone!"

Rosalie's gentle laugh followed.

"Please don't put it like that. I only want to help ease some of Isabella's burdens."

Lucian's voice carried a sharp warning for the others.

"Not one of you will breathe a word of this to Isabella. She will always be my one and only publicly acknowledged mate."

At that exact moment, my phone vibrated with an incoming message.

It was from Lucian.

"Just wrapped up my meeting. Your Alpha has missed you terribly. How about I take you to that steakhouse you adore tonight?"

The familiar affectionate tone made my stomach lurch with nausea.

Through the crack in the door, I watched Rosalie lean over to kiss his cheek.

He pulled back slightly with a frown.

"Don't be reckless."

"You'll harm the pup."

My mind went completely blank. Cold dread crept up from my fingertips.

Rosalie's eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"I know being marked by you is already a miracle. I shouldn't be greedy for more. But the pup seems to miss daddy. Only when you're close does the little one settle down."

Lucian suddenly gripped her chin firmly.

"You can say anything you want when we're alone. But if I discover you've created problems for my mate, if she learns even the smallest detail, both you and that pup can disappear forever!"

Someone nearby attempted to mediate.

"Easy, easy. Little Luna just misses you too much. You got her pregnant, and now you won't even let her think about you?"

Lucian replied coldly, "Once the pup arrives, I'll hand it over to Isabella to raise. If not for that accident, she wouldn't be unable to have children."

Rosalie's tears began to fall.

"If it's your wish, I'm willing to give the pup to Isabella."

Lucian's expression grew tender, his voice softening.

"Be patient. I'll give you everything you desire. You've always wanted to visit Las Vegas, haven't you? I'll arrange for you to go tomorrow."

My phone buzzed again with another message.

"Why isn't my mate responding? Don't want steak anymore? Then we'll try that new restaurant, or I can cook for you personally, how does that sound?"

I watched him comfort Rosalie with one hand while texting me sweet messages with the other.

My entire body trembled with rage and disbelief. The situation felt both absurd and cruelly ironic.

To be with him, I hadn't hesitated to sever ties with my own parents.

I had sworn with absolute conviction that his love for me was worth dying for.

But reality had just delivered a devastating blow to my face.

Three years ago, he was the one weeping and kneeling outside my hospital room, pleading with every deity for Moon Goddess intervention.

"As long as Isabella opens her eyes, I would gladly trade my life."

Three years later, he had created a child with another woman behind my back.

"I'll give you everything you want."

He once held me close and promised we would be together through every lifetime.

Apparently this "every lifetime" included sharing my mate with someone else.

No, he was never really my mate to begin with.

Chapter 2:

My phone erupted into violent vibrations against my palm.

I stared down at the screen through blurred vision. "Mate" flashed relentlessly, demanding my attention.

From inside the office, I could hear Lucian's voice rising in panic.

The calls kept coming, one after another, each ring more desperate than the last.

"What the hell, Alpha Lucian? Why are you losing your mind?"

The sound of a chair crashing to the floor echoed through the door. Lucian's voice cracked with urgency.

"She always responds within three minutes. Always."

"Maybe she's busy. Could be napping or something."

"You don't get it! Isabella isn't like other she-wolves!"

My mind flashed back to that business trip six months ago. I'd been caught in a terrible storm while visiting the Eastern Territories. Poor signal, dead phone battery. When I finally got it working again, there were ninety-nine missed calls waiting for me.

Lucian had materialized out of nowhere, looking like he hadn't slept in days.

He crushed me against his chest, his tears soaking into my hair. "I thought I'd lost you. I was terrified. I can't exist without you."

Since that day, I never let a message go unanswered for more than three minutes. I picked up every call on the first ring.

But now, watching the seventeenth missed call light up my screen, I hit decline for the very first time.

The office went dead silent.

My fingers shook as I typed out a response.

"Sorry, just getting some water. What's wrong?"

The phone rang immediately. I forced myself to breathe before answering. I could hear the relief flooding through his voice.

"Baby-"

That gentle, almost childlike tone he used when he wanted to charm me. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stop the sob threatening to escape.

"You terrified me," he whispered. "Don't ever do that again."

Through the crack in the door, I watched him smile as he spoke to me. The tears came harder.

The drive home passed in a haze.

I kept touching my still-flat stomach, staring at nothing.

This baby was everything we'd dreamed of for three years.

After the doctors delivered their crushing diagnosis three years ago, Lucian never mentioned children again. He endured all the whispers and speculation alone. People still said he was cursed by the Moon Goddess for not producing an heir.

Whenever the gossip reached his ears, he would pull me close.

"You're all I need."

He loved me completely.

So why would an Alpha who claimed to love me more than life itself secretly bond with another woman?

The motion sensor triggered as I stepped through our front door, bathing the entryway in soft, golden light.

Lucian had installed that system himself. Warm lighting, he'd said, so I wouldn't trip in the darkness when I came home late from the clinic.

Every wall displayed our memories. Photos of us at every stage of our lives together.

Five-year-old me in a pink princess dress while he awkwardly adjusted a paper crown on my head. "Lucian will always protect Isabella."

The paper shredder devoured that first memory with a mechanical whir.

Fifteen-year-old us at the pack's formal dinner, him tugging uncomfortably at his tie while his ears burned red as he held my waist. "I'm the only one who gets to dance with you from now on."

Our college graduation when he'd covered the entire courtyard in rose petals for his confession. The proposal in the snow, him kneeling with the ring while his nose turned bright red from the cold.

His eyes shining with unshed tears as he lifted my veil during our claiming ceremony.

Photo after photo disappeared into the machine.

By sunrise, my fingernails were caked with paper fragments and splinters.

The shredder had overheated hours ago. Shredded memories formed a mountain beside my feet.

But Lucian never came home.

Today was supposed to be our claiming anniversary.

Chapter 3:

My phone had been buzzing relentlessly since dawn broke.

The top trending hashtag across all social media platforms read #Happy3rdClaimingAnniversaryAlphaLucian. When I clicked on it, real photos flooded my screen - massive LED billboards he'd rented in every major city throughout the Northern Territories, all displaying our pictures.

My feed was completely overwhelmed. Every mutual friend we had was resharing the nine-photo carousel he'd posted at sunrise.

Each image came with lengthy captions that chronicled our entire history. From our first meeting as five-year-olds all the way to the moonlight herb tea he'd prepared for me before his supposed business trip last week. The final photo captured this morning's sunrise from our doorstep, with the caption "Waiting for my little princess to wake up."

The fingerprint scanner beeped several times before hurried footsteps approached.

"Isabella?"

His voice cut off abruptly. I felt his thumb gently brush the corner of my eye.

"Why are you crying?"

Only then did I realize my pillow was completely soaked through.

His pupils dilated with alarm. Without warning, he pulled me against his chest.

"I'm sorry. I came back too late, didn't I? The flight got delayed last night. I couldn't make it home in time for our anniversary..."

Still lying. Even now.

I remained silent.

He had covered his tracks meticulously. But the very perfection of his deception was what gave him away.

"Have you eaten anything?" He released me suddenly, forcing an overly bright smile. "I brought your favorite from that bakery downtown..."

"I'm not hungry."

Those three words shattered his composure completely.

His smile cracked and fell away. He shot to his feet in visible panic.

"Then... I'll make you some venison stew. You mentioned wanting venison and herb stew the other day, right?"

He didn't wait for my response before rushing toward the kitchen.

Within minutes, the violent clatter of pots and pans echoed from the other room, punctuated by what sounded like muffled sobs.

His Alpha Council members had apparently arrived while I was sleeping. They exchanged uncomfortable glances in our living room before approaching me with pleading expressions.

"Luna Isabella, just tell us what Alpha Lucian did wrong. He nearly had a heart attack when you didn't answer a single phone call yesterday."

"You should have seen how terrified he was when he got home and found the house in disarray. He was convinced something terrible had happened to you."

"Enough." Lucian's voice cut through their appeals like a blade. His eyes burned with warning as he glared at each of them. "If my mate is upset, it means I failed her somehow. As long as it helps her feel better, I don't care if she destroys every photograph we own - I'd buy priceless antiques just for her to tear apart if it brought her joy."

He turned to me, his expression melting into tenderness.

"Sweetheart, I made your favorite venison and herb stew. Please, just try a little bite?"

I stared at him without any emotion showing on my face.

From my peripheral vision, I noticed Rosalie Hayes sitting across from us. She rested her chin delicately on her hand with a wistful sigh.

"Alpha Lucian treats Luna Isabella so wonderfully. It really makes a girl envious."

Lucian's voice carried absolute conviction. "It's my duty and my privilege."

I was about to refuse the food when something made me look down.

Rosalie had somehow slipped off her shoes under the table. Her bare toes were trailing suggestively along his suit pants.

Meanwhile, Lucian's free hand was sliding intimately up her thigh.

Nausea hit me like a physical blow. I violently shoved his hand away from me. The scalding stew splashed across his skin, leaving angry red welts.

His immediate concern was entirely for me.

"Did it burn you? Are you hurt?"

Rosalie's voice carried a note of reproach.

"Luna Isabella, how could you hurt Alpha Lucian like that?"

Lucian's glare could have frozen fire. "I'm speaking with my mate. Mind your own business."

But beneath the table, his hand pressed higher up her leg. Rosalie barely contained a moan.

My entire body began to shake with rage.

"Disgusting."

Pain flashed across his features.

"What did I do wrong?"

"Everything." I jerked away from his attempted touch, my voice sharp as winter wind. "Get out of my sight. Right now."

He stood frozen for several heartbeats, then slowly rose to his feet.

"Alright. Get some rest."

Rosalie immediately stood as well, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"Alpha Lucian, let me walk you out."

They left one after the other. I sat there alone, my knuckles white from clenching my fists.

A few moments later, I found myself following them despite every instinct screaming at me to stay away.

Around the corner of the hallway, Lucian had Rosalie pressed against the wall in a heated embrace.

Rosalie wrapped her arms around his neck and giggled breathlessly.

"Alpha Lucian, aren't you worried Luna Isabella might see us?"

His voice was rough with desire. "Little she-wolf, isn't this exactly what you've been craving? Seducing me right under my mate's nose? Tell me how it feels to go into heat in front of her."

Rosalie's eyes were glazed with lust. "Alpha Lucian, the pup is three months along now. The doctor said we can finally..."

I couldn't stomach hearing the rest.

Pressing my hand over my mouth to muffle any sound, I turned and walked away without looking back.