Luna to the immoral alpha king white wolf series

I hid my identity as the Alpha King's daughter just to be Santino's perfectly submissive Luna.

I thought deep love would be enough. I was wrong.

Three years into our marriage, Santino brought a pregnant woman into our pack compound, and even gave my late mother's necklace to his mistress.

I tried to argue, to make him respect our marriage.

But he said, "Without my protection, you are nothing."

I played the harmless, weak Luna for so long that he actually thought I was a helpless Omega.

Santino wants a war? Then I will give him a war.

"Damian," my mind was made up as I awakened the Royal Guard, "destroy everything."

Santino could certainly start the fire. But when the war ends, only I can decide.

By the time he regrets it, it will be too late.

Chapter 1

Alessia's POV:

I stared at the tiny white pill in the palm of my hand.

Suppressants.

Three years ago, I made a pact with my father. I hid my noble bloodline to prove that I could find true love without relying on my heritage, rather than just becoming a mated pawn for a princess.

I thought I had succeeded.

For three years, I forced down this bitterness every morning. I did this to be the perfectly submissive Luna of the Silver Creek Pack.

I diluted my power, hid my true identity, and concealed my true self.

I swallowed it dry. As I walked down the stairs, a chalky taste still lingered in my mouth.

The Packhouse is the heart of any werewolf community. It's where the Alpha rules, where the high-ranking members live, and where pack business is handled.

Today, it reeked of rot.

"She has nowhere else to go, Alessia. Have some mercy."

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

My husband, Santino, the Alpha of this pack, was standing in the foyer. Beside him stood a woman I had never seen before.

She was petite, eyes brimming with tears, her hands trembling. But beneath the cover of cheap perfume, I caught a distinct scent—the scent of a rogue.

A wolf without a pack, an outcast who had turned her back on our laws.

"Santino, you brought in a rogue?" I asked, fighting to keep my voice steady despite the churning in my stomach. "You brought a rogue into the pack compound? That's a violation of security protocols."

Santino's jaw tightened.

He was handsome, with the broad shoulders typical of an Alpha male, but there was always a glint of arrogance in his eyes—an arrogance I had foolishly mistaken for confidence years ago.

"She isn't just a rogue," Santino snapped. "This is Valentina. She is the mate of my late Beta, Marco. She is carrying his pup."

Valentina cradled her stomach, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Please, Luna," she whispered, "I just want my baby to be born safely."

My inner wolf, usually suppressed by the pills, grew restless. She let out a low, warning growl in the back of my mind. Liar, she said.

In our culture, when a lower-ranking wolf meets an Alpha or Luna, they bare their necks. It's a sign of submission, an instinctual acknowledgment of the hierarchy. Valentina didn't bare her neck.

Instead, she looked at me, and for a split second, I saw a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"If she's carrying a pack member's child, she can stay in the Omega dormitories," I said, trying to maintain order in the house. "They have guest rooms there."

"No," Santino interrupted, his voice booming. "She is staying here. On the second floor. Right next to our suite."

"That floor is strictly for high-ranking officials," I argued.

"I am the Alpha!" Santino stepped forward, his aura dominating the room. The air grew thick with pressure, an overwhelming scent of dominance meant to force me into submission. "I command that she stays near me. Don't challenge me, Alessia. You know you're too weak to withstand my Alpha command."