Desired By The Wrong Alpha

Solane thought that it was a cosmic joke.

The names in her file mocked her.

Damon Blackthorn, Alpha of Blackthorn Corporation

Lyra Smith, Omega, Actress

Caleb Blackthorn, his son.

All checked into A VIP suite after a crash.

This should be a mistake, there was no chance.

Solane's wolf whimpered. The betrayal was hard, and her intern gushing outside her cabin was not helping at all.

"Did you just see, Damon Blackthorn is here with Lyra Smith?"

"Aww I heard they are childhood sweethearts."

Her intern whispered, starry-eyed, "The Alpha refused discharge just to stay by her side. They say she's his first love. He waited six years for her. Like a tragic romance drama."

Every breath felt like a task to her. Maybe it was all a coincidence, and the people are nothing more than similar names.

Yes. This was what it was.

But the moment she reached the private suite and heard the voices inside, her world shattered.

Her blood froze , chest ached, as if her heart was wretched out of her chest. Their words were like watching her wolf being torn apart. The pain was surreal.

"Aunt Lyra, this photo looks so good. I want to hang it in our penthouse." Caleb's young voice travelled to her.

"Of course, you can sweetheart," Lyra said, her soft words felt like salt to her wounds.

"Let her rest, Caleb." Damon's calm voice washed over her.

"No Damon, it's alright. You know how much I love Caleb. He is my little ray of sunshine." Her voice was soft.

The file said Damon bore only scratches. Caleb had a bruised arm. Lyra, however, had a crack in her bone. No reason to book a whole suite for her, but he did that nonetheless. For what?

Sloane had smiled bitterly at that. Six years she'd stood at his side, not as Luna, not even as wife in name, just the convenient woman who cooked, cleaned, and kept his heir alive while he pined for another.

And for what? So that he can obsess over Omega sprawled in that bed.

Can she even be called a mate, when he never publicly acknowledged her?

She pressed her back to the wall, listening.

"You're the best. I wish you were my mom." Caleb said.

Lyra murmured sweetly, "We can't do that? Can we?"

Damon, calm and unreadable, replied, "He's just a pup. He says what he thinks."

The words sliced through Sloane like silver.

By the time she pushed open the door, she was no longer the Luna, the mate, who hoped. She was the doctor.

The scene mocked her. Caleb clutching a photo, Lyra reclining against Damon's chest, their tableau glowing like the real pack while Sloane stood as the intruder.

It felt like she was the one intruding into their intimate time.

"Miss Lyra, there's a small crack in the bone of your hand. It's not as severe as a full fracture, but it will still need time and care. A cast will help it heal properly." She uttered the words with utmost professionalism.

Damon's jaw tightened, his voice sharp, almost a growl. "Solane, what are you doing?."

Solane straightened, her professionalism unshaken.

"Mr. Blackthorn, as Miss Lyra's attending doctor, it's my duty to see to her care. And right now, that means ensuring she gets the treatment she needs."

Damon's gaze was flint. "I'll request another. I don't have enough faith in your skills. You were always busy cooking and cleaning. Goddess knows how much you know. I can't take any risks."

Memories surfaced.

That day she had returned from a ten-hour surgery, exhausted and grieving a lost patient, but still she took time to cook for Caleb.

Sloane's painstaking meals were spat out and her son declared with fury, "Mom, your food tastes worse than dog chow."

While Lyra's takeout meal was praised by her own blood.

All these efforts only to be told by her own family she wasn't enough.

Her Aura flared, making that weak omega whimper in terror.

Lyra, always with the crocodile tears. "I didn't mean to cause trouble. Forgive me." Making her a villain in her own son's eyes.

Sloane's heart had been freezing over for years. Tonight, it turned to stone.

"As you wish Mr. Blackthorn," she said coolly. "File the transfer request quickly. Otherwise, I'll write your discharge orders myself."

Her composure unsettled Damon, but she didn't give him time to recover. She glanced at her watch. "And one more thing, I finish at eight thirty. Be home by then. We need to talk."

"Depends," he said, eyes narrowed at her calmness..

"No issues. I'll wait until ten," she repeated, then left.

Behind her, Lyra's soft voice coiled around Damon's ear. "I didn't mean to make things difficult for both of you. I am really sorry, please go to her. A luna needs her Alpha."

"Don't bother," he said with dismissive certainty. "She'll be over it by tomorrow."

But the times had changed. Slone was no longer a fool, the moon goddess had blessed her, and nobody in this world could make her change her decision now.

She had married Damon to appease fate when his wolf was cursed to a lifetime of blindness. She became his anchor. She thought she was what he needed at that moment. When he healed, she should have walked away. Instead, she'd birthed his heir, endured his ignorance, wrath and hoped for love that never came.

No longer.

This house reeks of loneliness, abuse she has suffered over the past six years. Longing for the things Damon could never provide. He never had any intention to do anything like that.

A bitter smile curled up her face, thinking how Caleb was the exact replica of his father. Apple has not fallen far from the tree.

They both love Lyra and hate her.

She was waiting in the living room for Damon, but today was no different. He never came.

"My decision is correct. Goodbye hell." she whispered as she stood up.

She left the Mate Rejection Agreement on the marble dining table. At ten sharp, she wheeled her suitcase out, silent as moonlight.

Damon was Alpha, but he was no longer hers. He could have the omega and his spawn. For all she cares.

By the time Alpha Blackthorne returned at dawn with his mistress and son, drunk on laughter, they didn't even notice the Luna was gone.

Lucian Heights Hospital glittered against the morning skyline, but Sloane Veyra didn't wake to its sterile white walls.

For the first time in six years, she woke to silence, no Alpha orders, no son tugging her sleeve, no family obligations binding her down. Just the soft hum of birds far from the Blackthorn estate.

She had always been afraid of being a lone wolf, but today she felt free. She could smell freedom in the corner.

"Just a day and you will be free again," she smiled to herself.

On the dining table, a neat breakfast waited, croissants, fresh juice, and a note from Rhea, her oldest friend.

"Babe, everything passes. Sunny days ahead."

Beside the plate, Rhea had drawn a ketchup smiley face like they used to do in high school. Sloane's chest warmed despite herself. She hadn't felt this light in years.

At the Blackthorn estate, chaos reigned.

Alpha Damon sat at the head of the long glass table, frowning down at the breakfast spread. He was throwing daggers at the spread. The housekeeper had prepared it, not Sloane, and though the food was flawless, it tasted like ash on his tongue.

A loud commotion came toward him, making his head hurt more.

Caleb stumbled out, rubbing his eyes. One glance at the time, and he panicked.

"Dad! I'm late for school! Why didn't Mom wake me up?"

Silence greeted him, damon greeted his teeths, unable to answer his questions.

Caleb stomped toward the kitchen, only to bump into Mrs. Ellie, the housekeeper.

"Careful, Little wolf!" she scolded gently.

Caleb blinked, annoyed. "Where's Mom?"

"She. probably left early for work," Ellie replied, unsure of what to answer. She had never faced this kind of situation before.

His face brightened instantly. "Great! If she's not here, I don't have to go to school and won't have to do any homework! Mrs. Ellie, make me a feast for lunch."

Mrs. Ellie hesitated. "But Mrs. Sloane always said."

"I don't care what she said! She is not here, that means you do what I say." Caleb cut her off, puffing out his chest like a spoiled young Alpha.

Damon pinched the bridge of his nose, patience fraying.

Ellie shook her head in annoyance, wondering what kind of Alpha he would become once he grew up.

Then Ellie remembered something. She hurried over with a file she'd found on the marble counter.

"Alpha, this was left on the table earlier. I thought it was one of your contracts."

Damon frowned, taking the folder. He didn't usually leave business outside his office.

But the moment he flipped it open, his face darkened.

Mate Rejection Agreement.

The bold crimson letters stared back at him.

Sloane had dissolved their bond.

Across the city, Sloane sipped her coffee in peace, the taste brighter than any feast she'd cooked in the Blackthorn penthouse.

Her phone buzzed.

"Mrs. Blackthorne, we didn't see you drop Caleb off today. Is everything alright?" It was his kindergarten teacher.

Sloane's lips curved in a cool, almost amused smile. "I'm not Mrs. Blackthorne anymore. Please contact Alpha Damon Blackthorne for anything about Caleb."

"But you're still his mother." The teacher's voice felt annoyed.

"He'll have a new one soon." Sloane sing-songed.

Her voice was mild, detached. She could feel that the teacher was stunned, but it didn't concern her.

No bitterness. No regret. Only freedom.

Meanwhile, in the Blackthorn penthouse, Damon's grip tightened around the papers, veins bulging against his skin. The air around him thickened, power surging unconsciously, enough to make Mrs. Ellie bow her head, trembling under the weight of his Alpha aura.

Three days ago, Sloane had been his shadow-wife. A Luna in name only, but his nonetheless. His mate.

And now?

She'd walked away like their bond meant nothing.

**

The feeling of freedom was something Sloane was missing a lot. But today she felt that her future was no longer bleak but full of radiant moonlight. She could feel happiness waiting for her at the end.

"By the grace of the moon goddess," she smiled as she once again looked at the entrance of the hospital where she works.

This was her bread and butter, but this place makes her wolf, Ava happy. She was meant to be a healer from the very beginning. The moon goddess has blessed her with the boon of healing. But it came with conditions. She will have to learn and practice to hone her skills.

Even in her darkest time, she never let her forget the blessing, and now that she was a lone wolf. Her blessing would be her sole priority.

When she entered her cabin, she felt something was off.

She could feel the overwhelming Alpha aura, and Ava knew what was waiting behind the doors.

Sloane kept her head high, entered the cabin, and softly closed the door behind her.

Her heart was thundering in her chest, Ava was growling in anger.

Keeping her emotions under wraps, she met Damon's thundering gaze. She could feel his wolf was in control, but as soon as he came, Damon was back.

"May I know Mr. Blackthorn, what are you doing here in my cabin?" She asked.

"You may not." he growled.

"Very well then. I guess you are here for Miss Lyra's reports. A nurse can help you with that. If there is nothing else you can leave."

Damon was sitting on her chair, commanding the room with his Alpha aura. His aura was overwhelming, trying to make Sloane's knees buckle.

But she was not going to let that happen. Ava willed to stay in place, never backing down.

"What was that thing that you left for me?" He narrowed his eyes.

"You are well aware what that was," she answered unapologetically.

"Let me guess." Damon Blackthorn leaned back in a leather chair, lips twisting into a humorless smile.

"You're still jealous. Over a little incident? Over Lyra? An Omega?"

Not just any Omega.

Sloane stood across from him, spine straight, expression unreadable. "I'm not jealous, Damon. I'm done."

His golden eyes sharpened, Alpha aura rolling off him like a storm. "You think you can sever the bond and walk away? You're Luna Blackthorn. My mate. Without me, you're nothing."

Sloane's lips curved in a faint, icy smile. "Even the strongest leash can't hold a wolf that chooses to run. And frankly? I'd rather cut the chain myself than wait for it to choke me."

"You!" He surged to his feet, jaw clenched, standing up and taking steps toward her, hand gripping her chin with punishing force. "Sloane, you've grown a spine, haven't you?"

Sloane's eyes glittered with golden blaze, her wolf in charge, something colder than fear. "Are we done here, Alpha Blackthorn? Or would you like to keep proving how little our bond means?"

"You will be nothing without me. I will cut you off and will make sure that you stay a lone wolf. And you know what happens to lone wolves, they become rogues. I am giving you a chance, so stop throwing tantrums. Come back home and I will consider forgiving you."

Ava growled, Solene's eyes glowed golden, "What forgiveness. I will happily become a rogue if that means I get a break from you and your toxic relationship. Keep your paws out of my life. You might be an Alpha, but remember, I am not an Omega who will whimper. Your Alpha bark does nothing to me."

Damon's nostrils flared. A beat passed. Then, with a frustrated growl, he shoved her back.

"Fine. This afternoon. At the Council of Bonds. We'll see if you're brave enough to go through with it."

Sloane smoothed her blouse, utterly composed. "I'll be there."

That afternoon, the gleaming lobby of the Council headquarters was a stage for humiliation.

Damon arrived in his obsidian Bentley, Lyra on his arm, her beauty camera-ready even with a cast around her hand. Caleb followed close behind, small hand clinging to Lyra's skirt.

"If there's going to be a bond severance," Damon said smoothly, "my son deserves to know why his mother is destroying our family."

Reporters caught them, circling them like bloodhounds bombarding them with questions. They were already there, Solane was sure that Lyra tipped them. She wanted this to be a nationwide spectacle.

"The more the merrier." she smiled.

The reporters kept on questioning them.

"Is it true that you married your wife only because of your son?"

"What is the reason behind this tragic incident?"

"Is Miss Lyra the homewrecker?"

"Is she the reason Luna is leaving the family behind?"

Damon gritted his teeth, and Lyra became a little rigid. They were escorted inside the council chambers.

Sloane, already waiting by the marble steps, lifted her chin. The flashing cameras never caught her, she was there like a shadow, her calm smile cutting sharper than any dagger.

She joined them.

Caleb's voice rang out, trembling. "I don't want Mom. I want Aunt Lyra to be my real mother!"

The words should have gutted her. Instead, they set her free.

"Relax," Sloane said evenly. "I won't fight for custody. I'm giving you both exactly what you wanted. Caleb will get a new mom, the one he really likes, and Damon will get the love of his life."

Lyra's eyes glistened as she played her part, voice syrupy with false pity. "Sloane, please don't do this. Damon never meant to hurt you. He."

Sloane tilted her head, smile sharp as glass. "Are you a mind reader, or a witch well-versed in magical craft? How do you know what he meant, or both of you know each other so intimately that."

Lyra's facade cracked, her lips twitching.

Damon snarled, his Alpha aura whipping through the room, sending weaker wolves trembling to their knees. "Sloane, enough! You want to dissolve the mate bond? Fine. But don't crawl back later."

Sloane's voice cut through the chaos, calm and clear. "Oh please, if I ever regret this, I would swallow the whole silver bar."

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Damon froze, disbelief flickering in his eyes. He thought she'd beg, as she always had. Instead, she walked past him into the Council chamber, heels clicking like war drums.

Behind her, Lyra's whisper hissed like venom. "In the end, Damon still chose me."

Sloane paused, her smile never faltering. "Is that a compliment? Just think, Alpha, who can betray his own mate, will ever remain loyal to a weakling Omega. Count your days, darling."

Lyra's face paled.

And with that, Sloane walked inside to sign away her bond, her freedom blazing brighter with every step.

**

They all were sitting before the council member ready to file the agreement.

"Are you both sure about this?" the officer asked.

"If you want to apologize." Damon started to speak.

"Yes." Sloane answered with a smile.

"You!" he growled. "You will regret this."

Sloane snorted. "Who do you think you are? Alpha like you comes in dozens and costs nothing."

"Be ready for the consequences." He snapped.

"Sloane, please it's." Lyra started crying.

"I wish I was on the jury Lyra. I would have given you a best actress award. What a shame." Sloane chuckled.

"Sloane!" Damon barked.

The room felt silent. His Alpha aura filling the room, making every wolf bow in pressure.

Sloane's eyes snapped.

"We. Are. Done." She growled.

Damon was startled for a moment but he nodded nonetheless.

"Ok then, if you are so adamant about it. So let's break the bond." He said, "But don't come back crawling after." His voice was smug as getting a reaction out of her was his endgame.

"Whoever regrets has to whimper like a rabid dog. And we all know who the dog is." Sloane warned.

Damon gritted his teeth but they signed the papers.

Damon was furious, he did not know where Sloane was getting this confidence. He wanted to make her pay and wanted to make her regret her decision.