Alpha No longer Pretends Chapter 01
The day after I gave birth, Alpha Mason finally stopped pretending.
He had another woman in our bedroom–bold, shameless, right under my nose.
When I caught him, he didn’t even flinch. He laughed in my face.
“The baby’s born. What can you threaten me with now?”
Everyone watched, waiting for me to explode like before.
But this time, I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream.
I simply held my daughter and walked out.
From that day on, I became the “perfect” Luna he’d always wanted.
When paparazzi showed up, I paid them off.
When he fought with his mistress, I cleaned it up.
I covered every scandal, every mess.
Until my daughter’s one–month celebration–when another woman
showed up, pregnant, demanding a place.
Mason finally laughed, enjoying the show with everyone else.
“My good Luna–how will you keep pretending to be generous now?”
I didn’t get angry.
I just placed the baby in his arms… and handed him a mate–bond dissolution agreement.
But why–after I left–did he end up crying, begging me to come back?
The air went completely still.
Under Mason’s dark, murderous gaze, I calmly listed the baby’s care instructions.
“No more than 60 milliliters per feeding, every three hours. Hold her
head higher than her body while feeding…”
Mason stared at me coldly and suddenly scoffed.
His voice dripped with disdain.
“I thought you’d finally come to your senses being quiet for a month. Turns out you’re just plotting another stupid trick. Emily Brown, you think the baby can’t live without her mother?”
“I’ll tell you this–if you leave, plenty of women will beg to be her mom!”
His cold voice echoed through the mansion. The servants all looked at me with pity.
I curled my lip slightly. I was used to it.
Just like the first time I caught him cheating. He’d watched me break down and cry without a care,
leaning against the door with his arms crossed and saying lightly.
“Emily Brown, stop making a scene. It won’t end well for you.”
I hadn’t believed him. I’d forced him to cut things off with his mistress.
Mason just took her and left, not coming home for three months.
My parents–in–law blamed me and cut off my allowance entirely.
The other pack wives I’d been friendly with distanced themselves.
Even the servants looked down on me, openly laughing at me.
In the end. I’d had to beg him to come back.
Mason hadn’t lifted a finger–and he’d won completely.
So this time, he mocked me without fear.
“Emily Brown, you’ve gotten too used to the good life. You don’t know
your place unless you act out.”
He stepped closer, cornering me until my face paled even more.
“You should be thanking me, shouldn’t you? If it weren’t for me and my mother saving you and your mother all those years ago, your
mom wouldn’t have lived another eight years.”
At that, I sank into a chair.
The baby was placed back into my arms.
Mason patted my head satisfiedly, his voice amused.
“As long as you behave, you’ll always be the Luna of the Moonveil Pack.”
With that, he put his arm around his new mistress Ivy Johnson and swaggered into our bedroom.
Mrs. Anderson, one of the servants, came over to persuade me.
“Luna, why anger the Alpha? As long as he spends money on you,
that’s enough. Isn’t that why you married him-”
She trailed off awkwardly.
But I knew what she meant. I’d married him for money.
When I was thirteen, my father cheated. He kicked me and my bruised mother out of the house in a rainstorm.
We had no money, and Mother was gravely ill, on the verge of death.
I’d had to kneel and beg on the busiest street.
That was when Mason appeared, bright as light, and took us home.
He’d always touched my head gently, protecting me like an older brother.
When we grew up, the former Luna saw that our fates were
perfectly matched. She chased away Mason’s girlfriend at the time and forced him to bond with me.
From that day on, his look toward me changed.
Mistress after mistress appeared. Even when I broke down and screamed,
Mason just mocked me calmly.
“You begged for this, didn’t you? You sold your dignity for money.”
He knew I’d asked the former Luna for one million dollars when I agreed to the bond.
But he didn’t know it had been for Mother’s life–saving liver transplant.
The surgery had failed anyway. Mother died.
Maybe the heavens punished me for being greedy, leaving me
miserable and broken.