From the Wildfire: When My Alpha Cheated

My Alpha divorced me without even knowing I had lost our baby.

One day, he simply called me in, divorce papers laid out before me, with his other woman—Sophia Thompson—smirking by his side.

When I told him about our baby, he didn’t care. Instead, he looked relieved… even happy, because now, there was “nothing left tying us together.”

What hurt the most? Sophia was pregnant. And they dared to call her child the “replacement” of the one I miscarried.

He stripped me of my title, ordered me to leave Sunray Pack, and cast me aside like an abandoned Luna.

But when my brother finally found me after years and brought me home, fate had its own plan. Who would have thought that the same Alpha who betrayed me would one day fall to his knees, begging—

“Please, come back to me, Eve.”

But it was far too late… because by then, I had already found my fated mate.

Evelyn’s POV

It was never easy to run away.

Not after my family—my clan—was destroyed. The Lockheart name had once been whispered with respect across the territories, known for our bloodline’s unique gift. But when our wolf clan was accused of treachery, the wolves banished us.

My parents didn’t survive the slaughter that followed. They were killers, they said. Rebels. I still remember the night their blood stained the dirt, the cries of my wolf begging me to fight, while my human side dragged me to survive. I ran, stumbling through forest and fog until my lungs burned. My brother found me for one last embrace before he disappeared into another city to hide. I never saw him again. Not until recently.

I was alone. Hunted. A wolf without a pack.

Until I met him.

Alpha Leo Owens of Sunray Pack. His eyes had shone like fire under the moonlight when he found me near the borders. I thought he would kill me then, deliver me to the wolves who still thirsted for Lockheart blood. But he didn’t. He looked at me, and I felt it, our bond snapping into place like destiny itself had intervened.

He took me in. He mated with me. He married me. For five years, I lived not as a banished orphan, but as Luna of Sunray Pack. His mate. His equal.

Or so I thought.

Now, here I sat across from him, trembling, my wolf whimpering as the witch prepared her ritual.

The Alpha’s office, once my place of safety, had turned into a tribunal. Alpha Leo sat tall, cold, his jaw tight as stone. Sophia Thompson was beside him, her posture demure but her eyes smug, as though she had already won. She wore the dress he had given me as a gift for our anniversary—the very fabric that was supposed to symbolize our years together.

And me? I sat broken, weak. Still reeling from the miscarriage that had gutted me only days ago, my body frail, my spirit hollow. The healers had begged me to rest, to recover. But Leo had demanded I come. “You must face me,” he had said.

Now I understood why.

The witch’s voice cut through the silence. “Once the bond is severed, she descends from Luna’s place. She must leave Sunray Pack.”

Leave. As if the home I had given my heart to was just a borrowed den.

Alpha Leo didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink.

I tried to hold his gaze. “Alpha… after everything… you would do this?”

His eyes flicked to me. Cold. Final. “It’s better this way. You can’t give me anything worthy, Eve. Sophia can.”

Worthy… What was deemed worthy, anyway?

My wolf snarled at his words, but inside, I shattered. Was it because I had failed to manifest my family’s powers, the Lockheart gift that he expected would awaken in me? Was it because I was weak? Because I had lost the pup we both longed for?

I had asked myself these questions a thousand times since Sophia arrived months ago. Maybe this was the answer.

The witch turned to me. “If you resist, Alpha Leo will take everything—even your child.”

My lips trembled as I whispered, “I lost the baby days ago.” My voice broke, and for the first time, the witch’s chant faltered.

But Alpha Leo only shifted in his seat, his jaw tightening, his eyes averting. He said nothing. Not even a word of comfort.

I smiled sadly then, a hollow sound escaping me, half chuckle, half sob. “Do it,” I told the witch. Even though my soul screamed no.

She began.

The chanting filled the air, heavy and suffocating. My chest seized as the magic wrapped around my heart. Then came the tearing—excruciating, unholy. The bond. Our bond. It burned like fire, pulling at every memory, every kiss, every night under the stars. I saw flashes, his smile when we first kissed, the warmth of his arms, the promises whispered into my neck.

All ripped away.

“Ahhh!” I screamed, clawing at my chest, my nails breaking skin. It was agony beyond anything I had ever known. I thought I would die. Part of me wished I did.

Then darkness.

When I woke, the office was empty. They had left me there, collapsed on the floor, discarded like trash. No one stayed. No one cared.

Tears blurred my vision as I dragged myself out, stumbling back to the packhouse where I had lived as Luna. Our room still smelled of him. Still carried our mingled wolf scents. The candles I used to light stood melted, abandoned.

But it wasn’t ours anymore.

Boxes lined the corner, my name scrawled across them. A letter waited on the bed.

Evelyn,

Find another place to stay. Sophia is uncomfortable with you under the same roof. All wealth, all assets remain mine. You have no share.

—Leo

My hand shook as I read. He had stripped me of everything.

I sank to the floor, my chest hollow, my wolf keening inside me. My family was gone. My mate had abandoned me. I was nothing again. A banished wolf.

And then I saw it, the bottle on the nightstand. Wolfsbane. Poison meant for Leo’s enemies. But wasn’t I his enemy now?

I picked it up, the glass cool and heavy in my hand. My wolf whimpered, conflicted. But the thought of silence, of peace from this endless ache… it called to me.

I sat on the bed, clutching the bottle, my breath shallow. My fingers twisted at the cork.

Then… warmth. A hand closed over mine.

I gasped and looked up.

“Evelyn.”

It was him. Alpha Leo. But not the cold stranger from earlier. His eyes burned with worry, his face softened with the warmth I remembered from years ago. The Leo who had saved me at the border, who had smiled at me like I was his destiny.

“Alpha…” My voice cracked, tears spilling down my cheeks.

“What are you planning?” His voice was low, urgent, as he pried the wolfsbane from my grip.

My chest heaved. “You ended it,” I rasped. “You ended us. You let her take my place. You killed me, Alpha.”

His brows furrowed, confusion flickering across

“Tell me why,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Why am I not your Luna anymore?”

But then, the Alpha Leo beside me, the five-years-younger-Leo, the one who promised to stay—also vanished into the thin air.

Evelyn’s POV

That night, I fell asleep clutching the small glass vial of wolfsbane as though it were a lifeline. The cool glass pressed against my palm, a cruel comfort. I wasn’t foolish enough to drink it, not yet, but keeping it close was like keeping a door open, an escape, if everything became unbearable.

The silence of my room felt too heavy. I looked around, half-expecting to see him again—the younger version of Alpha Leo, the one who had appeared the night before, reaching for me with eyes that were not yet filled with betrayal. But the room was empty. Just shadows and dust, and me.

I sighed and forced myself to focus on packing. My hands moved over worn clothes, books, and scraps of a life I had once thought was permanent. I folded them into the luggage I had dragged from the closet, each item a reminder that I was leaving—not because I wanted to, but because he did.

As I zipped one of the bags shut, a strange shimmer caught my eye. My wrist. A faint green light pulsed along the vein there, glowing just beneath the skin. I froze, staring at it, my wolf perking up inside me. But before I could truly make sense of it, it vanished.

I blinked, shook my head, and tried to shrug it off. Maybe I was just tired. Maybe grief was playing tricks on me.

“Days,” I whispered to myself. “Just give me days and I’ll be gone from this hell. Just like he wanted.”

The words were bitter on my tongue, but saying them aloud grounded me.

That weekend, there was a gathering for wolves in the city. Normally, I would’ve avoided it—too many eyes, too many questions. But Anna, an old friend, insisted I come. I didn’t want to appear weak, so I agreed.

The train ride was long, the rhythmic clatter of wheels on the tracks almost enough to lull me to sleep. But halfway through, a heaviness spread through my limbs. My chest felt hollow, my body weakening. My wolf whimpered faintly inside me.

Something was wrong.

I pulled out my phone, checked my bank account, and my stomach dropped. The numbers were gone. Completely gone. The access I had for years as Luna, the allowance, the joint account with Alpha Leo—wiped clean.

Tears pricked my eyes as I stared at the empty balance.

Again, the faint green glow shimmered across my wrist. It was gone in a blink, but this time it left a strange echo in my chest. I squeezed my hand tight, trying to push the sensation away.

I closed my eyes, and when I did, he appeared again. The younger Alpha Leo. His hair shorter, his smile softer, his eyes so blue they seemed to burn. My breath hitched, and before I realized it, tears were streaking down my cheeks.

“Why are you here?” I asked the vision, my voice cracking. “Why now? After everything?”

But his lips curved into that same gentle smile from years ago. “Because you need me,” he said simply, his voice like an old memory replaying itself.

And then, he was gone.

I gasped and opened my eyes. The train rumbled on, people around me talking quietly, unaware that my world was unraveling in silence.

By the time I arrived, I was drained. I rented a small room at an inn near the venue, just enough to keep me upright until the event ended.

The gathering was a commemoration of achievements across wolf kind in the past year. The ballroom was lit with golden chandeliers, glittering like stars. Wolves in fine clothes mingled, laughed, boasted. I tugged at the dress I had borrowed, it barely fit, clinging in places it shouldn’t. When I caught my reflection in the mirror-lined walls, I sighed. I looked like I didn’t belong.

“Evelyn!” a familiar voice called.

I turned to see Anna rushing toward me, her smile warm, her arms open. Relief washed over me.

But then, my gaze shifted beyond her shoulder.

Alpha Leo. And beside him, Sophia Thompson.

She was radiant in a golden body-hugging gown that shimmered under the lights. Her hair fell in perfect waves, her lips painted red. She clung to Leo’s arm as though she had always belonged there. His hand rested on her waist with such ease it made my stomach twist.

I lowered my eyes quickly, but not before I saw the smirk tug at Sophia’s mouth.

The event continued. Speeches were given, achievements celebrated. Then it was Sophia’s turn. She stepped onto the stage, announced as a healer-doctor recognized for her service. My wolf bristled at the applause that filled the room.

“I’d like to show a slideshow of my achievements the entire year,” Sophia announced, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

The lights dimmed, the projector hummed, and images began to play. But instead of her achievements, the screen filled with something else—medical records. My medical records.

The room went silent.

The words glared at me in cold, clinical letters: Patient: Evelyn Lockheart. Diagnosis: miscarriage.

Gasps rippled through the audience. My breath caught in my throat.

Then the whispers began.

“Lockheart?” someone hissed. “Is she really from the Lockheart line?”

“Wasn’t that family banished?” another muttered.

“Cursed. That’s what they were. No wonder.”

“The Moon Goddess must have taken her baby to end the bloodline completely.”

Laughter, disgust, pity, it all blurred together until it was just noise clawing at my ears. My wolf whimpered, retreating deep inside me.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move.

I ran.

I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the stares, the whispers, the pitying looks. My chest burned with every breath as I stumbled into the cold night air. My vision blurred with tears, but I didn’t stop until I reached the parking lot.

And there he was. Alpha Leo, leaning casually against his car as though nothing in the world had shifted.

I stopped, trembling. “Alpha.” My voice broke as I stepped closer. “Why? Why would you let them—why would you let her—” My throat closed, unable to finish.

His eyes met mine, cold and unfamiliar. “It was an honest mistake on Sophia’s part,” he said flatly.

My knees weakened. “You knew too well that is a lie. After everything… after five years…”

“You’re no longer my Luna, Evelyn.” His tone was final, cutting. “Don’t question. And before I forget, you have no share of my money or my properties anymore. And as of last week, I signed the documents. Every debt you owe to Sunray Pack, every coin you spent while here—we will ask for repayment. You are indebted to my pack.”

The words slammed into me like claws to the chest.

I stumbled back, my hand clutching my stomach as if it could hold me together. “Debt?” I whispered. “Are you kidding me? You vowed to give me a comfortable life! I worked hard to be your Luna for years! Isn’t that enough—”

His eyes narrowed, sharp as ice. “Don’t bother arguing with me. We’re done here.”

I searched his face for the man I once loved. The man who promised to fight for me. But he wasn’t there. He had vanished long ago, leaving only this stranger in his place.

And for the first time, I realized—I could no longer recognize him at all.

Evelyn’s POV

It took me an entire day before I could drag myself out of bed. My body ached with grief and weakness, but more than that, the weight of humiliation pressed me down like chains. Still, I forced myself to rise. Lying here forever would not change anything. I needed something—work, purpose, anything that would keep me from drowning.

Before I met Alpha Leo, before I ever set foot inside Sunray Pack, I worked as an assistant to a healer in a modest clinic beyond pack lands. When I left that place five years ago, I had been promised a job should I ever return. Maybe, just maybe, that promise still stood. And if I could get back to work, I could begin paying off the ridiculous debt they had shoved onto my shoulders. Little by little, piece by piece, I could rebuild.

So I made the call. The voice on the other end remembered me. There was even warmth there, a reminder that not everyone in this world despised my name. They invited me for an interview, and when I walked through those familiar clinic doors, I felt a strange sense of relief.

Shane, one of the healers I had once assisted, recognized me instantly. Her eyes widened, and she rushed forward, embracing me. “Evelyn! Goddess, it’s been so long. Or…” She hesitated, her lips trembling. “Should I call you Luna?”

The title pierced me like a blade. I shook my head, managing a small, brittle smile. “No. I’m no Luna anymore. Just Evelyn Lockheart.”

Her expression shifted to pity, but she did not argue. She only squeezed my hands and told me she hoped to work with me again.

I walked out of the interview certain I had secured the position. My hands had not forgotten how to grind herbs, how to read symptoms, how to tend to wounds. I could still be useful. For the first time in what felt like centuries, hope stirred faintly inside me.

But it did not last.

The rejection email arrived the next morning. Short, cold, final.

I called Shane immediately, confusion spilling from me in sharp, desperate words. “Why? You said— I thought— I was certain—”

Her voice cracked through the receiver. “Evelyn, I’m so sorry. Sophia Thompson called the clinic. She threatened that if we hired you, Sunray Pack would withdraw all their donations. We can’t afford that kind of loss.”

The phone slipped from my hand. I caught it before it hit the floor, clutching it to my chest as though that could steady the storm inside me. Sophia. Again. She had taken my mate, my home, my future—and now she had stripped away the one chance I had left at building a life for myself.

The laughter that broke out of me was sharp, ugly, half-crazed. I pressed a hand to my mouth, but the sound still escaped. What a pitiful creature I had become. Even cast aside, they would not leave me in peace.

When the laughter faded, I sat there trembling, and then I did the only thing I could think to do. I called Dave, my brother.

Three years ago, he had reached out after years of silence, bridging the distance that had formed since our clan’s fall. Since then, we had not lost contact. He was the one thread of family I still had left, the one soul who knew the truth of what it meant to be a Lockheart.

I told him everything. His silence was heavy, broken only by the sharp intake of breath. And then he said in a low, dangerous voice, “Three days, Evelyn. Hold on for three days. I’ll be there.”

Something in his tone steadied me. I wasn’t alone. Not entirely.

But before I could go to him, there was one thing I had to do.

I went to the hospital. The place where I had been told my baby was gone. The healers had preserved the remains in a vial, waiting for me to decide what to do with them. I couldn’t leave without my child. Not without giving them a proper burial.

The corridors smelled of antiseptic and wolfsbane, and each step made my chest ache. I clutched the claim papers tightly, ready to collect the only piece of my baby I had left.

But fate, it seemed, was not done tormenting me.

Because as I turned down the hall, I saw them.

Alpha Leo. And Sophia.

They were standing near the healer’s ward, their voices low but not low enough. I froze, unable to move, unable to breathe, as Sophia laughed softly and placed a hand on her belly.

Leo’s voice, once so warm when it spoke my name, now cut like knives. “This baby,” he said, “is the replacement for what I lost with Evelyn.”

My vision spun. The floor tilted beneath me. The world roared in my ears.

Replacement.

Sophia’s smile gleamed like polished gold. She leaned into him, her voice dripping with sweetness. “And I’ll give you the heir you deserve.”

A gasp tore from me before I could stop it. I stumbled backward, heart slamming against my ribs, eyes burning with tears. They both turned their heads, but I didn’t stay long enough to see their expressions.

I ran.

The papers crumpled in my fist as I bolted down the hallway. My chest ached, my wolf howled in grief, and the world blurred as I shoved open the hospital doors.

In my desperation, I crashed straight into someone. My bag slipped from my shoulder, spilling its contents across the polished floor.

“I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, dropping to my knees to gather my things.

The stranger crouched with me, his hands steady, careful as he helped collect the scattered items. And then, as his fingers brushed mine, it happened again.

That faint green glow.

On my wrist, beneath my skin, the light flickered—bright and pulsing—for just a second longer than before. My breath caught, and my gaze snapped to his face.

Blue eyes. Striking, piercing, locked onto mine with an intensity that rooted me to the spot.

For a heartbeat, I felt something. Recognition, maybe. A spark that my wolf responded to with a startled thrum.

But just as quickly as it came, it vanished. The glow dimmed, his eyes dropped back to the scattered items, and reality returned.

“Here,” he said simply, his voice deep, steady. He handed me the last of my things before standing.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

But he was already walking away, his broad shoulders disappearing into the crowd of the hospital.

Evelyn’s POV

I froze the moment I stepped into the packhouse courtyard. The sharp smell of smoke clawed at my nose, stinging more than fire ever could. My heart lurched painfully against my ribs as my eyes landed on the pile of burning fabric, charred books, and scattered keepsakes—my things. My life.

“No…” I stumbled forward, my throat tightening.

One of the omegas stood nearby with a bucket in her hands, looking guilty as a pup caught stealing food. “Luna—” she hesitated, then corrected herself, “Evelyn… I’m sorry. It was Lady Sophia’s order before she left with Alpha Leo. She said… she said your scent lingered too much on your belongings. She didn’t want it around.”

My wolf snarled inside me, low and bitter, but I clenched my jaw to keep from showing it. I dropped to my knees, shoving the bucket out of the omega’s hands and dousing the fire with all my strength. Steam hissed into the night air, the last embers fighting against the sudden flood.

I coughed through the smoke and began pulling things out, desperate, frantic. My hands trembled as I dragged soggy clothes and blackened books aside. The fabrics disintegrated in my grip. The journals I had kept, the dresses I wore at ceremonies, even the apron I used in the healer’s clinic… all ruined, ashes clinging to my fingers like ghosts.

“Moon goddess, no…” I whispered, choking on tears.

And then I saw it—the letters. The ones Alpha Leo wrote to me when we were newly married, when he made me believe I was his choice, his partner, his Luna. The paper was soaked and crumbling, edges curling from the fire. I lifted one carefully, but only fragments remained. On the corner, a single sentence survived: I will always stay with you.

The words cut me deeper than flames ever could.

I held the scrap close, my tears dripping onto it. My wolf whimpered, pressing against my chest. For a heartbeat, I thought I saw him—Leo’s younger self, the version of him who once held me with tenderness. A flicker of a boy who promised forever. He stood in my vision, crouching to touch the burnt letters, his hand brushing over the gifts he once gave me.

A faint green glow pulsed through my veins, racing down to my wrist. It shimmered for a second, lighting up like a fragile ember before vanishing just as quickly. My body shook with the effort of containing everything—rage, grief, longing, disgust.

“Enough,” I whispered to myself. “No more.”

That night, I sat on the floor of my room, what little was left of it, and texted my brother with trembling fingers. At dawn, I’m leaving. Be at the border. Please.

Dave replied almost instantly. I’ll be there.

Relief washed through me, but so did dread. Leaving meant abandoning everything I once dreamed of. Leaving meant facing a future where I was no longer Luna, no longer Alpha Leo’s wife, no longer a part of Sunray Pack. My wolf stirred, reminding me that leaving also meant survival.

I planned to rise before the others, slip away before anyone could stop me. But fate rarely lets plans stay neat.

Sometime in the dead of night, I woke with my head pounding, my vision hazy. My eyes burned as if someone had poured sand into them, but I forced myself to get up, to move. My throat felt dry, so I headed for the kitchen.

Halfway down the hall, I froze.

Soft moans drifted through the silence, muffled at first, then clearer. The sounds came from the Alpha’s chambers—the door was ajar. I didn’t want to hear it. Moon goddess knows, I tried not to. But my wolf’s heightened hearing made it impossible to block out.

Sophia’s voice floated out, breathless and sharp. “Leo… oh, Leo…”

And his voice. The man I once trusted. The man who vowed before the Moon goddess to protect me. His groans were raw, primal, and then his words, seared into my soul like knives, “I got so tired of Evelyn being boring in bed,” he said between heavy breaths. “She was never enough for me. Not like you.”

Sophia laughed, a cruel, mocking sound.

“And her baby…” Leo’s voice dropped lower, filled with venom. “I’m glad it didn’t survive. I didn’t want that cursed blood anyway. This baby—our baby—this one will be perfect.”

Their laughter followed, tangled with the sounds of their bodies moving against each other.

My stomach twisted violently. I covered my mouth to keep the sob from escaping, but tears streamed freely down my face. My wolf howled inside, a cry of grief and fury, demanding I fight, demanding I tear down that door and end them both. But I was too broken, too tired.

I stumbled back, each step heavier than the last. My heart pounded against my chest as if it wanted to burst free and run without me.

In the main hall, my eyes landed on the massive portrait hanging on the wall. A painted memory of Alpha Leo and me, smiling as though we were blessed by eternity itself. I stared at the woman in the painting, na?ve, hopeful, blind.

With shaking hands, I grabbed a knife from the nearby table. My wolf urged me on, and I obeyed. With one swift motion, I slashed an X across the canvas, tearing through our painted faces. The ripping sound was almost cathartic, like a final breath of something that should have died long ago.

I dropped the knife, staring at the ruined portrait as Sophia’s moans echoed faintly in the distance.

“Goodbye,” I whispered.

Gathering what little courage I had left, I stepped out of the packhouse with nothing but my phone and the clothes on my back. My wolf pressed close, lending me her strength. Each step away from that cursed place felt like shedding another chain.

The night air was cold, but it tasted of freedom.

When I reached the border, headlights cut through the darkness. My brother’s car. Dave stepped out, his eyes wide with worry the moment he saw me.

“Evelyn.” His voice cracked. He rushed to me, wrapping me in his arms. “You look… gods, you look broken.”

I buried my face into his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of family, of safety. “I can’t stay here, Dave. Take me out of here.”

“I will,” he said firmly. “You’re now escaping this hell, Eve.”

I pulled back, glancing one last time toward the packhouse. The tall walls stood like shadows against the moonlight, hiding the laughter of two traitors who thought they’d won.

But they hadn’t. Not truly.

Because for the first time in years, I was choosing myself. And one day, when I came back—stronger, unbroken—they would regret every word, every laugh, every betrayal.

With that silent vow burning in my chest, I got into Dave’s car and never looked back again.