The White Wolf’s Mate

My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others.

He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna of the Blackstone Pack, but I was becoming a ghost in my own life.

The final betrayal happened in my own bedroom. She stood over my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother’s sacred moonstone necklace, the last piece of my family I had left.

When Santino burst in, he didn’t see my heartbreak. He saw only her fake tears.

“What did you do to her?!” he roared, his voice laced with the Alpha’s Command, a sacred power he used to crush my will.

Then, for her, he did the unforgivable. He raised his hand and struck me, his mate.

In that instant, the love I had desperately clung to turned to ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me but had defiled the sacred bond the Goddess herself had blessed.

As the pain of his betrayal ripped through me, something ancient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet and spoke the words that would destroy his world and begin mine.

“I, Alessia Bianchi, reject you, Santino Moretti, as my mate.”

Chapter 1

Alessia POV:

The sheets beside me were cold.

It was a familiar coldness, one that had seeped into my bones over the last few months. I opened my eyes to the pale morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of the Alpha’s suite. My mate, Alpha Santino Moretti, was already gone.

His scent, a powerful mix of pine and winter frost that once called to the wolf in my soul, was now barely a whisper on his pillow.

I pushed myself up, my gaze falling on the wardrobe. Rows of elegant, muted gowns in shades of grey, cream, and pale blue hung in perfect order.

I ran a hand over the soft fabric of a dove-grey dress. Before, my closet had been a riot of color—blood reds and sunset golds that matched the fire in my spirit.

But four years of being Luna of the Blackstone Pack, of trying to be the perfect, demure mate to a powerful Alpha, had bleached the color from my life as surely as it had from my wardrobe.

It was the price of the union, the price of peace, the price of earning my mother-in-law Eleanor’s approval.

A faint whisper, a pull from the forest beyond the window, tickled the edge of my senses. The trees were calling, a song of rustling leaves and damp earth that only I could hear. It was a gift, a connection to nature my mother had passed down to me.

But I quickly walled off that feeling, shoving it deep inside. A perfect Luna didn't have time for wandering in the woods. She had duties. She had a pack to serve.

Downstairs, the great hall was already alive with the morning bustle of the pack. The scent of coffee and bacon filled the air.

I saw Santino at the head of the long oak table, deep in conversation with his Beta and Gamma. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his jaw set in a line of cold authority.

He was every inch the powerful Alpha, and my heart ached with a love I was beginning to fear I carried alone.

He didn't look up as I entered. He didn't so much as glance my way.

Just as I took my seat, a hush fell over the room. All eyes turned towards the entrance.

Valentina Rossi stood there, one hand placed delicately on her swollen belly, the other gripping the arm of a servant as if she might faint at any moment. She was an Omega, and since the death of Santino’s Beta, Marco, she had become the pack's most precious, tragic figure.

Santino was on his feet in an instant. The harsh lines of his face softened as he moved to her side, his large frame shielding her.

"Are you alright, Valentina? Did you sleep well?" His voice, usually a low growl of command, was laced with a tenderness I hadn't heard in months.

"I had nightmares again, Alpha," she whispered, her voice trembling. "About Marco."

He gently guided her to a chair right beside his own, a place of honor. As she sat, her eyes met mine across the table.