The Alpha's Broken Mate Is The Hidden Supreme Princess

Elara's POV:

The metallic scent of silver dust burned my nasal passages. To werewolves, this was a hidden poison, one that could scorch the skin, curdle the blood, and suffocate our healing abilities. And I was currently trapped on this balcony, completely covered in it.

Three days ago, Selene threw a dead bird carrying the foul stench of a rogue wolf into my bathroom. When I fled to the balcony wearing nothing but a thin bathrobe, she violently locked the door behind me and scattered silver dust all over the floor tiles.

For three days, every step I took brought a piercing agony to the soles of my feet. My cracked skin constantly oozed blood, my stomach ached with starvation, and my throat was parched.

I was once the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, but that title was now nothing more than a bitter, empty shell.

My Alpha, my fated mate Caleb, had vanished like a ghost. When the balcony door was finally opened on the third day, I collapsed straight to the ground. My legs felt boneless, unable to support me, and I couldn't summon my wolf's power to heal my feet. My soul had dried up completely long ago.

On the low table sat a sacrificial cake from the Moon Festival, clearly a trap set by Selene. She simply wanted to use the aroma of food to torture me.

But I didn't care. I grabbed the cake and stuffed it into my mouth.

Suddenly, the door lock clicked, and Caleb walked in, his heavy boots crushing the silver dust. The scent of pine that used to bring me peace was now mixed with a pungent, foul odor on him.

He looked down at me from above, seeing me covered in filth and wolfing down the food. His mouth twitched, revealing an instinctive disgust.

"Spit it out," Caleb's voice carried the crushing weight of an Alpha command.

The air felt instantly sucked out of the room. My knees gave out as I fell heavily to the floor, my throat spasming uncontrollably until I threw up all the half-chewed cake onto the tiles.

"You are truly disgusting, Elara," his tone was bone-chillingly cold. "That was Selene's offering to the Moon Goddess. You have no right to touch it." He took long strides forward and tossed a piece of parchment onto the table beside me. "Sign it."

It was a rejection contract, containing clauses to strip me of my Luna title and banish me from the territory.

"Caleb..." my voice was hoarse. "She locked me outside... for three whole days."

A few warriors and low-ranking Omegas, drawn by the Alpha's aura, had gathered outside the door. Even their eyes held pity.

"Alpha," a young warrior hesitated before speaking up. "We saw Selene... she was just playing a joke, locking the Luna outside."

Caleb slowly turned his head, a low growl rumbling in his chest that forced the warrior to step back abruptly.

"Elara deserves what she gets," Caleb's voice echoed through the hallway. "She used despicable methods to force me into the mating bond. I will not tolerate anyone forgetting their place." He looked at me coldly. "Sign it, and get out of my territory."

The silver dust had seeped into my bones, and I was so weak I couldn't even hold the pen steady.

"Please," I looked up at the man who was supposed to be my soulmate. "I will sign... just let me eat something first. I'm starving to death."

Caleb picked up the remaining cake from the table, staring straight into my eyes without a shred of warmth. Then, he let go, dropping it into the trash can. In that moment, all the sounds in the room seemed to vanish, leaving only a piercing chill that spread straight to my heart.

"You are not worthy of consuming my pack's food," he declared ruthlessly.

"At least let me change my clothes," I pleaded, pulling the filthy bathrobe tightly around myself. "Don't do this to me in front of everyone."

"No." Caleb grabbed the contract and clamped his other hand around my wrist like a shackle, gripping so hard it felt like he was crushing my bones. "I am going to make everyone see your true colors, to prove that none of this was Selene's fault. You are just a pathetic, despicable liar."

He dragged me mercilessly toward the door, letting my bleeding feet trail a path of blood across the cold floor. I wept, but he turned a deaf ear to my tears.

Elara's POV:

Caleb gripped my wrist, cold as ice. The touch of a fated mate was supposed to be a warm electric current. When we first met, his touch used to awaken all my senses.

But now, there was only the binding of shackles. He was humiliating me publicly just to clear Selene's name, trampling me into the mud so her reputation could remain flawless and pure.

During our time in the pack training camp, Selene, who had no status, received sponsorship out of Caleb's pity.

At the graduation ceremony, she actually crossed the line and kissed him on the cheek. In my anger, I slapped her and released my Luna aura as a warning.

But Selene was too cunning. During the final assessment, she locked herself in a storage room and cried to Caleb, claiming I had framed her out of jealousy.

Caleb believed her without hesitation.

"How could you be so cruel?" His furious roar became the first crack between us.

To punish my "arrogance," he appointed Selene as his personal assistant. Soon, rumors spread through the pack that the Alpha was going to take a second mate. I once went to his office to demand he respect our traditions, only to find Selene sitting in his chair, drinking soup from his spoon.

I broke down in that moment, using my ultimate authority as Luna to forcefully banish her. I threatened Caleb that if he didn't sign the exile order, I would initiate the rejection ritual and sever our mate bond.

He signed it, but his eyes were filled with a bone-piercing hatred.

Since then, everything changed. I suddenly lost the ability to shift, and the spiritual power inside me drained away like quicksand. I was forced to abandon my duties, becoming a ghost hiding a catastrophic secret with nothing to do.

And the very next day, Caleb brought Selene back.

When Caleb dragged me into his luxurious office, I was jolted back to reality from my memories. He shoved me into a heavy leather chair.

I looked down at my feet. They were covered in mud and blood, the skin red, swollen, and blistered.

I looked up at the man in whose eyes I used to see the stars, but now I was just a prisoner.

"I'm sorry," I said softly, lowering my head. "I'm sorry. Whatever you think I did to her, I apologize."

Caleb stood behind his massive oak desk. He didn't clench his jaw; instead, he rested one hand on a stack of parchment and began tapping lightly with one finger.

"Your apology means nothing."

He pushed the rejection contract across the smooth surface of the desk, the paper sliding right in front of me.

"Sign it right now, Elara."

Elara's POV:

I stared at the stark black ink on the paper.

The words on it pronounced my banishment-exile to a barren wasteland where not a blade of grass grew, a place overrun with poisonous creatures.

I gripped the heavy silver pen. "Caleb, please," I begged with a trembling voice. "Don't send me there. I'm willing to be an Omega. I'll scrub every floor tile if I have to, just let me stay."

Caleb crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping over a broom in the corner before landing emptily on me.

I took a shaky, deep breath, my hands instinctively moving to protect my flat stomach as I spoke out of sheer desperation.

"Because I'm pregnant... I'm carrying your child."

The air instantly froze, and the warriors at the door gasped. A pup, that was the highest blessing from the Moon Goddess, the continuation of an Alpha's soul.

Caleb trembled slightly. Like a dying traveler in the desert seeing an oasis, he instinctively took a step forward, his eyes locked dead onto my stomach.

But then he went rigid, and his gaze sharpened instantly.

I could guess what he remembered-the doctor once said he was almost entirely sterile, combined with the slander and rumors Selene had spread about me in private.

The hope in his eyes instantly morphed into suspicion.

"No," Caleb refused coldly. "You must leave."

The warriors at the door grew restless.

"Alpha," the lead warrior spoke up tightly. "She is carrying the future of the Blood Moon Pack. You cannot banish a pregnant Luna."

Caleb leaned back into his leather chair, a cruel sneer curving his lips. "She is my mate, yes, but who can prove whose bastard pup that is?"

"What did you say?" I felt like I had plunged into an icy abyss, my entire body trembling.

Caleb leaned forward, resting his hands on the desk, his gaze like a knife. "How much did you pay those rogue wolves, Elara? Did you use the pack's treasury, or your own body, to orchestrate the attack on Selene?"

He was actually accusing me of trading my body with ruthless rogues just to hurt Selene!

Anger instantly burned away my reason. I grabbed the heavy solid silver paperweight from the desk and threw it at him with all my remaining strength.

It hit him squarely on the forehead. He didn't dodge. The metallic thud of silver striking bone echoed, followed immediately by the sizzling sound of silver burning skin, sealing the wound and blocking his werewolf healing.

Blood trailed down his cheek.

"You are a monster!" I screamed, breaking down as my tears broke like a dam.

Caleb wiped the blood from the corner of his eye, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. His raised hand trembled slightly in the air, clenching and unclenching as he suppressed his explosive rage. "Attacking an Alpha comes with a price."

He closed his eyes and used the mind-link. "Enforcers, to my office immediately."

Seconds later, two burly enforcers stormed into the room, roughly twisting my arms behind my back. I cried out in pain, completely overcome by despair. I looked at the banishment contract on the desk, ready to compromise and sign it, to seek an end in the Barren Lands.

But just as my fingers touched the barrel of the pen, an elegant hand slammed down on the contract.

"Wait a moment." A sweet yet venomous voice shattered the dead silence.

Selene stood there in a dazzling, emerald green silk dress. She looked down at my ragged and filthy state, a cold smirk of victory slowly rising on her lips.